29 April 2005

This fits today

The muffled thunder of dialogue comes through the walls, then a chorus of laughter. Then more thunder. Most of the laugh tracks on television were recorded in the early 1950s. These days, most of the people you hear laughing are dead.

The stomp and stomp and stomp of a drum comes down through the ceiling. The rhythm changes. Maybe the beat crowds together, faster, or it spreads out, slower, but it doesn't stop.

Up through the floor, someone's barking the words to a song. These people who need their television or stereo or radio playing all the time. These people so scared of silence. These are my neighbors. These sound-oholics. These quiet-ophobics.

Laughter of the dead comes through every wall.

These days, this is what passes for home sweet home.

This siege of noise.

An Excerpt from Lullaby, by Chuck Palaniuk

1 comment:

yo mama said...

Powerful imagery. A beautiful and disturbing description of society today. Always needing to be occupied, distracted, without thought. Reason without thought. Bombarded by sound so as to never be alone with ourselves. Silence is death and death, silence.

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