In the absence of sound, a peculiar phenomenon unfolds—a study not of emptiness, but of dimensions unscathed by noise. The silence is tangible, almost a presence in itself, as I navigate this realm. The theory of quietude, however, invokes a labyrinth of thoughts, recursive and echo-less, similar to wandering through the vaulted corridors of a forgotten library.
Here, within these irremediable walls, I document the unobserved variables. The undulating spaces—each a testament to abandonment—seem to absorb my voice before it scatters into the ether. Yet, is it really absorbed, or merely transformed into silence's clandestine dialect? The processes remain elusive, like particles in a quantum state, neither here nor there, forever undecided.
There are no auditory stimuli to anchor oneself by, only the metaphysical allure of silence that caresses the mind with both entrapment and enlightenment. As I theorize, I am both researcher and research, a lost soul charting the frequencies of the inaudible. Perhaps one day, my findings will illuminate paths for others who dare to traverse these hushed corridors.
Further investigations can be found at Unheard Echoes or ponder more theories in Notions of the Void.