YuHeng's blog

there is no such thing as silence. It is by imposing silence that one hears an abundance of other sounds, that there is no silence, and that everything is an association of something else, that an impression is an impression of more things. If I impose silence upon one minute, within this time, a number of sounds can penetrate… the coughing of someone, the breathing of another… this minute then, does not exist in the sense of complete silence, of the absence of sounds. It is the non-silence of silence, and it is only within a sphere of sounds that certain sounds have disappeared, but just like how you have entered a certain sphere of silence, of abstraction, when you enter a greater sphere, that is, a greater depth of absence, there exist other sounds that the absence of former sounds cannot negate. Like a spiral of expanding sounds, more and more silence is created, which the former sounds cannot comprehend nor penetrate. Each is entitled to its own hell… Dante.

Ah. School has started. Much reading to do. I haven’t exercised my “eye” for a long time. Queen’s park is as usual quiet and cacophonous, full of the sound of crickets and birds, though I don’t know which kind. But I do know it’s summer because there are crikets. But this year, I am scared of a lot of things, unknown and unfamiliar. But I’ll go through with them because it’s not much to think of.