Sta.sh
It makes you feel alone, doesn't it? But at the same time, you feel like it's a crowd of people all centered around you close, but not enough to touch you.
It isn't quite the same as static on your radio or the ring in your ears. It's like you feel detached from the world if you stand still in it, like you don't really exist. It also seems to have a weird sound, something you can't exactly describe, but everyone knows what you are talking about.
It can be so loud after a while, as if it wants to recreate all the noises you heard before it. You might even wonder if it is trying to replace the world you are apart of, trying to fool you into believing that it is the world.
But the sound it has…. It's like the stuff of all the things you couldn't describe, all the things that left you breathless and without words. It has a peculiar form, as it begins to shift without you actually seeing it shift. The only way to tell that it moves is by listening to it carefully.
If you stay in it for too long, you begin to wonder if you are breathing the things you don't want to believe, all those things you didn't think existed: the stuff of insanity and nightmares.
But no matter how familiar we become with it, as soon as we leave it, we forget what it was like; almost like a dream we had but never remember. All the things we thought, all the feelings you experienced, all disappear when you leave it, eaten and consumed by it.
But it doesn't seem to bother anyone that it happens. No one seems phased by it all and so we wonder, what it is about it that we seek. Do we seek peace? Or do we seek something to eat things for us, helping a little in forgetting the world that we are really a part of.
When you think about it, it isn't exactly something that is without substance instead it is a world of its own, just one we can easily escape.
Maybe that's the reason we seek it in the first place. Maybe we seek something like it to help us grasp our world a little easier. Maybe we need some of the things we experience to be taken away as offerings and eaten so that we live a little better.
You always wonder what it is that makes up those sounds, though. What it is that gives it that distinct noise that seems to be made of all the things that go undescribed. We all wonder if there is a better word to describe silence.
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