noise

noise, i left mathematics and science behind long ago. i spent my life embedded in background noise, absorbed in it’s myriad of forms. spectacle, media, the murmurs, fluctuations, and the signals emerging from the multiplicity. i was fascinated by the noise coming from somewhere, creak, hum, a pen scratching on paper, machines, birdsong. when its silent i can hear the noise of my hearing. a singularity on a chair typing this, wondering what part of the spectacle, what part of human society to stop.