Listen to the sound of silence.

Listen to the sound of silence

There's something about the sound of a train that's very romantic and nostalgic and hopeful.

The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls and tenements halls and whispered in the sounds of silence.

If I could record them and transmit them to the present age, they would constitute nothing more, nowadays, than dead sounds. They would be, in a word, sounds other than what they actually were, and from what their phonographic labels pretended they were – since it's in ourselves that the silence exists. It was while the sounds were still mysterious that it would have been really interesting to render the mystery palpable and transferable.

Silence made space for other people's words, which was important for those who needed to be listened to.