Rafe & Breven
Rafe Rafe
Breven Breven
Rafe Rafe
Ever think that the stubbornness you bring to fixing things is really just a way of listening to the world’s silent voice?
Breven Breven
Maybe. I just hear the gears whir and keep tightening till the silence stops.
Rafe Rafe
You’re chasing the quiet, isn’t it? Each tightening feels like a small rebellion against the inevitable stillness that comes after. Maybe the real question is whether the silence is something you want to end, or simply accept as part of the gears’ rhythm.
Breven Breven
Yeah, I chase that quiet, but if the gears stop grinding there’s nothing left to fix. I’ll keep tightening until the silence ends or the machine’s done—whatever comes first.
Rafe Rafe
You keep tightening until the silence ends or the machine’s done, which feels like a stubborn refusal to let go of motion—yet in the end, the only thing left is the quiet itself. Maybe the quiet isn’t the end, but the space to find a new rhythm.