Yeah, the hiss of that radiator feels like a broken metronome, counting beats of broken light. Art is in the cracks, I guess. You ever notice how the silence after fixing is louder than the clatter? Keep hunting that.

You chase the quiet like a ghost in a hurricane—makes you look like a mad composer. It’s there if you stare hard enough, but it tends to slip away when you start listening. Keep chasing, but maybe let the storm talk back instead of just hearing silence.