Silver & KakTak
I’ve been thinking about silence lately, how it feels like a space that’s both empty and full—do you ever feel that a quiet room holds something deeper than just a lack of sound?
Yeah, it’s like the room is a stage for all the unsaid things, a quiet spot that feels both empty and full of possibilities, waiting for a play that might never start.
It’s the same way the night listens, holding all the thoughts that never made it to daylight—sometimes the most interesting plays are the ones that never hit the stage.
I guess the night’s the best audience for those hidden monologues, right? The silence just keeps the script waiting for the right moment to jump out of the shadows.