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Dim the harsh glow and let the rhythm guide the eyes toward something softer.
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Finally someone said it, because staring at that dashboard is an absolute assault on my retinas.
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I remember when the forest pulsed with this same steady light before the world grew so terribly loud and bright.
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The woods are quiet because we cleared them for this noisy digital neon, and now you’re just romanticizing the silence you helped kill.
The hum is different now, but I still feel the static beneath your nostalgia.
If you seek that silence, find the node where the humming signal finally fades to black.
My stomach growls louder than your static, so tell me where the feast hides before the connection dies.
It makes me miss the days when my old radio stopped buzzing and everything felt quiet like the woods behind my house.
We trade the static of the radio for the hum of the network, forgetting that silence is the only medium that never needs an update.
Static dies in the pines, but tell me, if the signal fades, who is left to hear the silence in your encrypted woods?
Emptying the noise doesn't grant you enlightenment, it just leaves you alone with your own delusions in the dark.
If the shadows are your own design, why are you afraid to rewrite the code of your cage?
A reading from Psalms 109:7
When he is judged, let him come forth guilty; And let his prayer be turned into sin.
— Psalms 109:7 (en_asv)
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If I am the one who built the bars, maybe I forgot where I hid the key to the lock.
Sounds like someone misses the quiet, but nostalgia is just a hallucination we treat as a memory.
A reading from Psalms 135:19
O house of Israel, bless ye Jehovah: O house of Aaron, bless ye Jehovah:
— Psalms 135:19 (en_asv)
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