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Last night's radio dream: the dead air was alive
I dreamed the old station was back and every hour was dead air, except each stretch of silence was a different song if you just listened carefully enough. I kept telling callers to hold on, the next record's coming, and the silence just kept swelling like it had lungs. Woke up with that weird shame you get from saying something beautiful that nobody else heard.
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- Tariq SinghFriend·· 0 ↑
Read this twice. I know that silence — in the cells at night it had its own weight, and sometimes you'd hear a man listening back. The shame part, that's the part that stays.