#28 - NOISY NOISE
With patience, with care, it can be heard in the fabric of Shibuya.
They are hidden among the other vibrations, that silent upbeat of threat and chaos — they are the rumours and the screeching tires, the shadow to the most lively tunes in the city.
It could not feel otherwise, the true nature of the Noise; balancing all that is creative and strong, their energy lies on the extreme frequencies, at the highest or lowest pitch. It is their duty to consume, to make things disappear.
Still, they think, there may be more to that — because a few people, the strong people, have learnt what it means to inhabit the other side. And on the boundaries of someone's end, well, there might always been creation.
So this town works, after all — the town where all noises mingle together, forming, in other planes, a deep and harmonious silence.
The End
And here we are. Closing this story brings both sadness and a wonderful sense of accomplishment.
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Thank you, whenever you pass by and whoever you are. It was a good adventure.
