It wasn't so much that the world was overpopulated, it was more that everyone created so much noise. And perhaps that is all that Thomas could squeeze out of his mind for the day without his thoughts being squashed by the voice of the blowhard sitting next him on the train or the bell that warned you of the door closing. BLEEEEERRRP. Caution Door Closing. If only there was silence. If only he could go home and shut the door without hearing the rush of traffic or scuffle a story below he might be able to gain perspective on what he really wanted. So, in short, what he really wanted was silence. That makes two thoughts for the day. There was too much noise, and he wanted silence.
But then there was the noise he created to counteract all of the perpetual noise. The screaming and the wailing late into the night. After a dinner of microwaved meats, Thomas would switch on the amplifier that stood by his bed, plug in his headphones and create a constant stream of feedback. It was in this single piercing tone that Thomas found peace. He closed his eyes and bathed in his solitary creation. A constant stream of high toned feedback traveled through his body. With his eyes closed he manipulated the tone. Like a white canvas the it's constant presented a world to be built. And so Thomas started to compose a place that he would never be able to construct in the world outside of his headphones. He lacked the environment. He lacked the tools. and even more so, the world had no patience for such an abstract creation.
The tone was the new silence. The new blank. Thomas started to hum around the silence. He brought his own tune.
I want perspective
I want calm
lift me out of here
One and all
Then there was a buzzing. A vibrating. It was his phone. It was Kate.
Kate was a perpetual disappointment machine. She could not be undone. And the mid 21st century had yet to cure disappointment. Thomas listened to Kate's disappointment, but for Thomas, she was was just part of the constant noise and overpopulation.
But then there was the noise he created to counteract all of the perpetual noise. The screaming and the wailing late into the night. After a dinner of microwaved meats, Thomas would switch on the amplifier that stood by his bed, plug in his headphones and create a constant stream of feedback. It was in this single piercing tone that Thomas found peace. He closed his eyes and bathed in his solitary creation. A constant stream of high toned feedback traveled through his body. With his eyes closed he manipulated the tone. Like a white canvas the it's constant presented a world to be built. And so Thomas started to compose a place that he would never be able to construct in the world outside of his headphones. He lacked the environment. He lacked the tools. and even more so, the world had no patience for such an abstract creation.
The tone was the new silence. The new blank. Thomas started to hum around the silence. He brought his own tune.
I want perspective
I want calm
lift me out of here
One and all
Then there was a buzzing. A vibrating. It was his phone. It was Kate.
Kate was a perpetual disappointment machine. She could not be undone. And the mid 21st century had yet to cure disappointment. Thomas listened to Kate's disappointment, but for Thomas, she was was just part of the constant noise and overpopulation.
