In the moments between the words, silence is like a drop of honey, golden and sweet. In Dracula, the onset of vampirism was denoted by longer periods of silence as if silence is something to be dreaded. Why is it bad to be quiet? We live in a world that’s characterised by sharing, by talking, and yes, communication is a vital skill but sometimes people talk too much.
Do you know why barbarians were called such? It’s from the Greeks – they thought that the Scandinavian languages sounded like the bleating of sheep, and hence the name barbarians. I spend a lot of time alone which does get lonely at times, but I’m not that used to people and noises any more. I can burble with the best of them when the muse is upon me (read a couple of ciders) but right now I’m just craving peace and quiet.
Words are lovely and beautiful things, but sometimes they’re too much. Basically – ARGH SHUT UP SHUT UP WORLD YOU’RE SO NOISY! Maybe I’m just being a grump monster. Do you ever crave quiet or does it get on your nerves?