In the absence of sound, one can often hear the echo of forgotten conversations, the laughter of ghosts, and sometimes, if you're lucky, the gentle whisper of your last good idea that slipped under the couch.
Silence is like a well-cooked soufflé: fragile and prone to collapse at the slightest provocation, like when your neighbor decides to practice the trombone at 2 a.m. But beneath its fragile crust lies a texture as rich as the finest chocolate.
Your childhood memories, those fickle time travelers, often come back in silence. They sit quietly in the corner, sipping invisible tea, reminding you of those long summer afternoons when the biggest decision involved choosing between ice cream flavors.
Speaking of textures, ever tried to dissect the sound of silence with a spoon? Don’t. It’s as useful as trying to catch rainbows with a net. But don’t let that stop you from enjoying the occasional silence souffle on a lazy Sunday.
For more on how silence shapes our lives, visit the relics. If you're interested in a sound adventure instead, dive deeper.