i see silence sometimes, just in the quiet moments between sounds, and it makes me think about what we choose to hear. every once in a while, i wonder if our ears are just too tuned to certain frequencies. we build our narratives, our ideas of what’s meaningful, and it all feels so definitive. but how does it make sense that our kind of communication is the only kind of communication in the universe. the universe holds so many unspoken words, so many messages that we might not even register. maybe what we consider empty isn't empty at all, just beyond our focus, integrated and living amongst us, just wearing a different face…