I see you on the TV
because he up there
seems to hate you
I always thought that we humans share our delight for emptiness and silence. Seeing a landscape while you drive trough the day, your mind goes silent and the noise of the engine disappears. I thought we share these moments, no matter who you are. So why is it that most people can’t bare the silence, and nothingness, that life is? Why does the silence and fastness, where you walk alone inside, be filled with structures, signs where to go, and not? Why don’t we appreciate the silence, and each other’s empty landscape?
2 thoughts on “Day 1983, inside.”
I think that humans are conditioned to be social creatures. One must teach oneself how to appreciate silence — it is not something that is regularly taught.
You think? Why are we so bad in being social. I don’t let my friends starf from hunger, but in a so called global world we all don’t give a dam for the ones that do starve. But your right, silence is scary, you might think about these facts…