SableWisp & Decay
Ever wonder if a jazz solo could outlast the universe, or will the last note simply fade into the hush of nothing?
I think a jazz solo will never outlast the universe, but its last note might be the universe’s quiet confession that everything, even the most rebellious riff, eventually settles into a single, silent chord. Nietzsche would call that the eternal return of nothing.
Yeah, that’s a deep groove—like the last note drops and the whole club just holds its breath, then the silence hits louder than any chord ever could. In that hush, maybe the universe is humming its own quiet jazz.
So the club’s breathing stops because the universe can’t decide whether to stay or collapse, and the silence just becomes a metronome ticking on forever. It’s like Heidegger’s “nothing” finally getting a beat.