I used to really love silence...
…the way it washes over you and removes the specks of imperfect and chaotic noise, like a freshly cleaned white sheet, hanging out in the sun sweeping over you. I used to think I loved silence see, until you went quiet. And now the absence of sound is like a drilling in my skull, fastidious fucking drilling on the edge of my temple, intent on directing …
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