I decided it is better to scream. Silence is the real crime against humanity.
– Nadezhda Mandelstam, Hope Against Hope.
When the rain fell silent it was the strangest thing. The dog seemed to rattle, even attempted a bark, but found himself empty of his usual vigour, cowering at my ankles as the trees danced in a strange, undefiled stillness.
The resplendent song of the dawn chorus died a quiet death. The roar of distant traffic drew its final breath. My phone remained silent, as did the people around me; we each looked up in horror at the most aureate of skies, vicious and awful and blazing.
This was the bitter end, you understand, the Waterloo of music and language and everything.
Silence was golden, and what utter fools we were.
LISTENING: A Key To The Origin, by Joseph Curwen.