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Silence, considering musical violence. As the airwaves break those anytime pauses, quiet reflection on the nature of noises. Disturbing suburban platitudes. Heard a yell that created a solitude. Outside. Opened the window wide. My curiosity satisfied: it was no one I knew, so I carried on hiding. My instinctive reaction to join in the shouting and increase the volume, but a voice in my head told me to shut up instead. Return to the previous peace I'd been seeking for no other reason than to work out a theory that noise is just sound on a different scale to what we expect. So I started to yell out loud. Soon a curious crowd was standing outside looking up at my window. I looked out. They could see I was no one they knew, so their instinctive reaction to be part of the noise, or part of the reason for the silence destroyed, got hid. "Nobody does" what I did, except for the person whose total immersion in this social excursion was more than diversion. With a similar yell, I could tell who he was, the voice with a noise that I'd heard. And because of one yell, had sort of broken the spell. We laughed and we shouted in the lack of respect for the conditional silence that has come to connect all the neighbors as strangers living under the threat of discovering life beyond what they expect.
