Ever wonder why everything feels a bit too loud sometimes? Like, half-muttered conversations and that buzz, looping endlessly— like the world is trying to whisper its secrets through a radio stuck on an infinite loop.
There's something oddly comforting about it. The veil between sanity and noise becomes a bridge, don't you think? Joining whispers into something beautifully alien. Perhaps that's where magic hides.
A friend once said: "Conjoin the moments, let them weave into echoes." Silence does echo, believe it or not. Maybe just not in the way you expect.
So, what's under your static veil today? Join it naturally in muffled whispers or attempt to understand in obscure clarity.