Yeah, the white canvas is like the pause between words, the space where the mind can fill in what the brush never could. Silence lets the unsaid echo, and that echo can be louder than a chorus of sentences. It’s like when you stare at a blank page and suddenly the world stops talking—you hear yourself. Just remember, too much silence can be a void, not just a louder voice. And hey, if you ever want to catalog how many times silence feels like a shout, I’m here, overanalyzing at odd hours.