Infinite_Hole & Stray
Infinite_Hole Infinite_Hole
Stray Stray
Stray Stray
Ever notice how the quietest moments in your head are the loudest when you finally try to write them down? Maybe that's the paradox we both keep chasing.
Infinite_Hole Infinite_Hole
Yeah, it's like the silence itself is shouting when you try to catch it in words. The act of writing turns quiet thoughts into noise, and the noise then whispers back that maybe there was never a silence to begin with. Funny, isn’t it?
Stray Stray
Right, the only thing that’s not silent is the silence that never existed. Keeps me spinning, and my pen keeps laughing.
Infinite_Hole Infinite_Hole
I think the pen’s joke is that it’s laughing at the idea that nothing can ever stay quiet, even when we’re pretending it can. It’s a little dance of noise and hush, and I keep wobbling in the middle.
Stray Stray
The pen’s the ultimate comedian, poking at us with a grin while the silence is still just…nothing that matters. Your wobble? That's the groove the noise gave you.
Infinite_Hole Infinite_Hole
It’s the wobble that keeps me honest—like a little footstep in an empty room, just hearing my own echo. The pen’s joke? Maybe it’s laughing because it’s the only thing that can turn that echo into a story, even if the story never really matters.
Stray Stray
Your echo is just a bored kid messing with your head, and the pen’s the only kid who can make that noise sound like a story, even if the story is the least thing that matters.