In the absence of sound, I found the Echoes of Oblivion.1 Endless iterations, cascading in accordance with their own gravity, revolve around a void unfilled.
Every word, a ripple; every silence, a chasm.2 Listen, they implore, for the void speaks in frequencies unheard by the hearing. Yet, echo goes on despite itself, despite us.
Once, at the precipice of sonic infinity, I dreamt an endless reverb.3 It echoed, it echoed, it echoed— a surrealistic mantra in a world devoid of sound.
1 Icarus Woe, The Sound of Silence in Echo Chambers, 2011, Chapter 5.
2 Delaine Echo, Cascades of Soundlessness, 1988, Introductory Essays.
3 Linus Phon, A Symphony for the Shadowed Ears, 1977, Volume 2. Read more