This morning on the ferry, as with most mornings, I was entranced by the quiet. Most of us regular commuters that have dibs on a particular seat in the upper deck respect each other with a code of silence. But then I came to notice that it wasn’t actually quiet at all, that there was a din blowing from the vents in the ceiling. I immediately flashed on the concept of “white noise”.
As with all sensorial experiences, I considered it in terms of synesthesia, just what is its color? Before I noticed the din, it most definitely was white, in the true sense of the meaning of white noise. It was uniform and evenly distributed as is white light. But it started to become a roar and the more I started to notice it, it started to saturate the environment, even pollute. The sound took on tones of dirty grays -no pure color reflected as if it hit a prism of sound. It got to the point where I could no longer stand it. Thank goodness for the invention of the Ipod.
How much of our environment is just a din of white noise in the background until we put our attention on it for better or worse? Only then to come alive, with throbbing grayness or better yet, soothing color.
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