silence

FOUR HUNDRED AND FOURTEEN

Everyone declined to comment, Austin Kleon.

When I was a kid, my mom used to take me on “listening walks” and this interview reminded me of her. From The Last Quiet Places: Silence and the Presence of Everything. MR. HEMPTON: Yeah. Oh, grass wind. Oh, that is absolutely gorgeous, grass wind and pine wind. You know, we can go back to theContinue reading “THREE HUNDRED AND SEVEN”

ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY EIGHT

About a year and a half ago I had a voice injury that left me basically unable to speak and on steroid medication for about two weeks. Friends joked about being like the Little Mermaid, but it was actually a brutally challenging, alienating, and awkward experience. Earlier this week, I found myself with a soreContinue reading “ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY EIGHT”