it can be so quiet that i wonder if there are any sounds at all. so still. so silent. and if i see, hear, touch, taste, smell no one and no one me, am i the tree in the forest? sometimes i don’t bother. i disappear. who would know? it’s very quiet. only the noise of the computer fan. if i didn’t type, there’d be no noise at all. everything would disappear too, like me.