17/04/2018
Living, as I do, in a shack on a headland, surrounded by the sea and the bush and the things that live in it, I've become a connoisseur of silence. There are so many beautiful varieties (that, strictly speaking, perhaps aren't exactly silence - but are silence like).
Living alone with this glorious catalogue of every kind of ever changing peace and quiet has made me wonder if I've developed misophonia - or a dread of noise. But today when the kids in the cafe were yelling joyfully and people were talking and laughing and I was banging the bench with the coffee thing, I thought no, that's not it. I love all that. But I do think I have a dread of unsuitable, unchosen or unwanted music. Music pollution is everywhere (and I must put noise cancelling headphones on my christmas list).
So the question is, have I become a curmudgeonly old hermit or can we do with less music? I guess sometimes it's quite aurally lubricating to have it in the cafe, other times I think it's just more bloody din.
I'm sure not many people share my passion for soundlessness but I'm intrigued - what do you think?
