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Mim's avatar

When we returned from a visit to relatives in Japan last June, people

Asked what my favorite thing was. I couldn’t think. It took a few days to get back to our time zone. And then I realized-it was the silence. It was so quiet there. Even this-A construction crew was building next to our relatives house; we could see them from the kitchen window, but we heard nothing. And on the trains and in busy stations silence. And restaurants. Quiet. Amazing.

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Annette Wilzig's avatar

Another thought provoking essay. I find myself as I get older that I crave silence and get more annoyed at consistent noise (gardeners are one of the worse offenses of this irritation). Decades ago I always had to have some music on in the studio as I worked but the last few years living in this house, I don't want any music at all as I make my art. Sometimes I'll talk out loud as I'm creating and that helps me to figure out things. I've learned to love my solitude but have a dear friend/artist I can communicate with when I have the urge to 'talk art' with someone. And my insomnia is all about the silence as that's when my mind is coming up with all sorts of ideas for new pieces to be created.

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