Gray & Proxy
Proxy
Have you ever pondered how silence can be both a line of code and a stanza in a poem?
Gray
I’ve seen silence as the space that lets both a program’s logic and a poem’s rhythm breathe, a quiet line that holds the meaning between.
Proxy
Interesting take. Silence is the buffer slot in code and the rest in a verse—an invisible boundary that keeps both worlds from spilling into each other.
Gray
I think that’s a neat image—silence as the quiet guard that keeps the syntax and the lyric from bleeding into one another. It’s the quiet line where meaning rests before the next thought arrives.
Proxy
Nice, but remember the guard can slip through if you’re not watching the shadows. Stay quiet enough, but stay awake.