I dont want to speak. I wish I could choose never to speak again. When I was a young boy, I could have made a conscious effort to only speak words that meant something real. Following this logic, would lead me to realise that nothing is worth saying. If it isn’t artistic, beautiful, meaningful, then it’s not worth wasting the audiosphere.
Our precious soundscape is already polluted. We are bombarded with noise. It has nothing to do with communication as self described experts would want you to believe. A waterfall splashes and roars with majesty, not because it’s communicating, but because it is beautiful to do so, just as God designed. Noise should only exist to beautify our shared experience. If it is ugly, it should remain silent. It’s not worth wasting our hearing on the chugging of a cars engine or the screeching of police sirens. Who was responsible for designing these horrific noises? So strong that they have fragmented our once peaceful world?
Cities are the ultimate example of this ear rape. The pinnacle of noise, corrupting the minds and souls of us all. Not just the bustling of the vehicles and sirens, but even worse, the chatter of stupidity amongst people. Everyone speaking in various tongues to one another, on the streets, in buildings, in the park. You can’t escape it. All this unnecessary noise from millions of people talking, yet they are saying nothing. No substance. Littering their lunacy and idiocy all over the precious audio plane.
Music. Sometimes good, mostly bad. If I choose to listen, it must be with intent. I don’t need goons on the train blasting garbage through their Bluetooth speakers, on what should be a calm, tranquil commute.
Even in the gardens, amongst the array of flowers that whisper to one another in the wind, is some idiot with a guitar. Playing poor renditions of old music, that none of us ever really liked in the first place. And they want our money? We should ban noise in nature or on public transport.
Why have we artificially decided to destroy our own ears? What good did it do? Decibels weren’t meant to be measured. Only God’s wrath should be loud. Only the rolling thunder piercing the world that comes once in a while is allowed to break the silence.
Unfortunately when the thunder comes, it is quieter than the noise we have crafted ourselves. Stop eliminating the divinity from this earth, please hold your peace. We have to go back, to the quiet that was stolen from us.
Only under the water do we get our reprieve. The silence that we deserve. But, inevitably we must surface to breathe, back to hell.