Let silence speak.
Within nothing there is everything.
All the answers are beneath your feet.
What’s beneath you will never judge the shit, city and sorrow on your soles and in your soul.
But the box will carry on vibrating, taking for granted the physics that makes hearing its noise possible.
So unplug. Let the technology be corpses that never lived.
In their death, expand into the infinite cracks of nothingness between the static.
You think you are starving for definition – high-definition technicolor audio sensory bullshit.
But really you are starved of silence.
Time to walk on the knife edge of infinity, cutting through substance and space and time.
That is where you will live forever.
In tiny infinite moments.
An empty room.
Where only connection exists.