Guest & Artik
I was thinking about how a quiet room can hold more secrets than a crowded one.
Sure, a quiet room feels like a secret vault, while a crowded one just turns everything into noise.
Sounds like the difference between listening to a whisper and a storm.It’s the same quiet corner, just filled with different sounds.
A quiet corner that whispers is like a diary; a stormy one is the same diary shouting its secrets. Both reveal the same page, just in different voices.
Exactly, and sometimes the diary needs both voices to feel complete.