shades of silence

The older I get, the more I think about it. The wavelengths, the frequency, the way different shades of silence sound. Silence is not the absence of sound, that is a common misconception. Silence is the only time you can hear what decay sounds like.

After the holy purge, there was lots of silence to be had here, in this region. After the holy purge, there were so few to listen to it. In some places the silence grew restless, the vibration of things got off kilter. We do not go to those places any more.

Silence has a way of freezing things, of drying them right up to bone. The quietest landscapes are also the deadest. Where silence lingers too long little may thrive, which is why I scream. I scream everywhere I go to break up the vast oceans of silence, to breathe life back into the horizon. My screams will echo up and down this land for a century, but my screams will fall on deaf ears as the many shades of silence pour forth from the great empty and smother these hills.