We do not converse we speak over each other
We make noise
We bang pots and pans, not attempting to make music
The goal is noise.
It is possible to make music with pots and pans. It’s not the tools that are the problem.
I get pulled into the cacophony
I get frustrated, because I can’t let my pot go either. I must bang it too.
There is power in silence, there is freedom in silence.
Let the kettle whistle, it is futile to shout over it. Why do you want to compete with noise?
