2025.09.11
Jane was always known as the patient listener, but in her new character Spokesman of the echoesHe discovered that silence made more voices than speech. In his days, he spent in the abandoned halls, where the plaster burst like an old skin, and in the middle of the place where no one else could hear the winds of the wind.
When he closed his eyes, he did not hear the words at all, but the impression – the steady sketch of grief, laughter, pity. They came into pieces, like a layered curtain on each other. In a voice, the broken promise of a promise can be talked about, the happiness of another child’s sharp joy, and another secret that has been raised in the clicking jaw for decades. Jane did not judge them. He cautioned them, as if it was holding a delicate insect.
His job was not to repeat the voices, but to tie them in resonance that others could feel. He gave them the stories that roam between memory and dreams, stories that revealed that the past had never gone, but was slowly pressured against the present. People who heard that his words are his words, such as his own unprecedented thoughts, looks like things he had taken without knowing.
Sometimes the echoes overwhelmed her, threatening to sink her in her overlaping tons. But Jane had learned the art of silence, and quietly she became a vessel to maintain contradictions: sorrow and happiness, anger and anger. Through it, the voice had a sharp opportunity to listen.
In the evening, when the shadows were blurred in each other, Jane knew that her role was not to be resolved to clarify these voices. It was to be reminded of living that every silence is crowded, every quiet face consists of layers with unseen dates. And to hear, one can eventually recognize himself.