Post by zero on Dec 10, 2023 22:39:05 GMT -6
Silence can be slithering. At one point you’re hearing some girl order her frappucino and the next - nothing. In those silent moments, you might find yourself staring at a random poster.
Or your coffee cup.
Or your shoes.
But even then, those moments aren’t actually silent. They always have that underlying cacophony of nothing. As you stand in line waiting for your coffee, you realize the music in your headphones has changed. It’s no longer the beautiful, lilting, vaguely echoing vocals of your favourite artist. Instead, without you even knowing, that playlist devolved into a dull, monotonous drone of nothingness. There might even be a slither.
In front of your eyes, you watch as the emotionless beige floor tile in front of you fades. It shouldn’t fade. It’s just beige. Wait, is it grey? No, it’s blue carpet that’s speckled with yellow and orange.
It’s carpet.
You’re sure it’s carpet.
Why are your feet cold?
There’s a voice.
You realize that you’re standing just offset from where you picked your coffee up. It is warm and comforting in your hand. Your headphones blare the newest song from your favourite artist. The bass drops. The slide guitar hits a twang. The singer screams.
The song makes no sense.
Your feet are cold.
There’s a voice.
Or your coffee cup.
Or your shoes.
But even then, those moments aren’t actually silent. They always have that underlying cacophony of nothing. As you stand in line waiting for your coffee, you realize the music in your headphones has changed. It’s no longer the beautiful, lilting, vaguely echoing vocals of your favourite artist. Instead, without you even knowing, that playlist devolved into a dull, monotonous drone of nothingness. There might even be a slither.
In front of your eyes, you watch as the emotionless beige floor tile in front of you fades. It shouldn’t fade. It’s just beige. Wait, is it grey? No, it’s blue carpet that’s speckled with yellow and orange.
It’s carpet.
You’re sure it’s carpet.
Why are your feet cold?
There’s a voice.
You realize that you’re standing just offset from where you picked your coffee up. It is warm and comforting in your hand. Your headphones blare the newest song from your favourite artist. The bass drops. The slide guitar hits a twang. The singer screams.
The song makes no sense.
Your feet are cold.
There’s a voice.
