blind_librarian

These music-oholics. These calm-ophobics.

No one wants to admit we’re addicted to music. That’s just not possible. No one’s addicted to music and television and radio. We just need more of it, more channels, a larger screen, more volume. We can’t bear to be without it, but no, nobody’s addicted.

We could turn it off anytime we wanted.



These distraction-oholics. These focus-ophobics. Old George Orwell got it backward.

Big Brother isn’t watching. He’s singing and dancing. He’s pulling rabbits out of a hat. Big Brother’s busy holding your attention every moment you’re awake.

He’s making sure you’re always distracted. He’s making sure you’re fully absorbed.

He’s making sure your imagination withers. Until it’s as useful as your appendix. He’s making sure your attention is always filled.

And this being fed, it’s worse than being watched. With the world always filling you, no one has to worry about what’s in your mind. With everyone’s imagination atrophied, no one will ever be a threat to the world



The music and laughter eat away at your thoughts. The noise blots them out. All the sound distracts. Your head aches from the glue.

Anymore, no one’s mind is their own. You can’t concentrate.

You can’t think. There’s always some noise worming in. Singers shouting. Dead people laughing. Actors crying. All these little doses of emotion.

Someone’s always spraying the air with their mood.

Their car stereo, broadcasting their grief or joy or anger all over the neighborhood.



You tell yourself that noise is what defines silence. Without noise, silence would not be golden. Noise is the exception. Think of deep outer space, the incredible cold and quiet (...). Silence, not heaven, would be reward enough.

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blind_librarian's top albums (overall) 1. Mos Dub - Mos Dub (295) 2. Apollo Brown - Make Do (285) 3. Talkdemonic - Beat Romantic (270) 4. Eliot Lipp - Tacoma Mocking Bird (261) 5. Leaf - Rooted From Within (254)