Silence is noticed through the basic human need of social interaction; communication. Most people find silence uncomfortable, and to the extreme, unbearable. (wikipedia)
I hope silence can mend.
Tuesday
"J'ai sorti la grande voile et j'ai glisse sous le vent Fais comme si je quittais la terre J'ai trouve mon etoile, je l'ai suivie un instant Sous le vent"
The physiological form of silence can be identified through momentary silences in communicative interaction like hesitation, stutters, self-correction, deliberate slowing of speech for the purpose of clarification or mental processing of ideas to elaborate on topics of discussion. This silence type is short and combines internal or metal (psychological) factors in to a physical form of external expression. (wikipedia)
Wednesday
In an effort to get people to look into each other's eyes more, the government has decided to allot each person exactly one hundred and sixty-seven words, per day.
When the phone rings, I put it to my ear without saying hello. In the restaurant I point at chicken noodle soup. I am adjusting well to the new way.
Late at night, I call my long distance lover and proudly say I only used fifty-nine today. I saved the rest for you.
When she doesn't respond, I know she's used up all her words so I slowly whisper I love you, thirty-two and a third times. After that, we just sit on the line and listen to each other breathe.
Thursday
"(you)surprised me with wet hands on my back—I shrieked, realized it was only water. Grinned, felt the cold imprints as they blossomed into wings on my tee shirt."
Friday
"What about little microphones? What if everyone swallowed them, and they played the sounds of our hearts through little speakers, which could be in the pouches of our overalls? When you skateboarded down the street at night you could hear everyone's heartbeat, and they could hear yours, sort of like sonar."
Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close
Saturday
I used to read alot of poetry in highschool. And I would remember all those different lines. Ironic, absurd, or on the contrary, romantic, short, striking. It's silence and fruit, right at your feet.
"de parca mi-as baga in inima un mar ca sa nu mai bata ci sa stea dracului - ca sa pot sa ma apropii de tine si sa-ti spun : - Mai, ti-o fi sete ia si tu si musca un mar!" Nichita Stanescu, subtle and devious, as always :)
Sunday
Independece day...
