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— a story behind “Silent Projection” —
He believed in numbers.
Not math. But scores, ranks, points—something that gave weight to being seen.
Every notebook he carried had charts.
A column for what he said, another for how others responded. A separate one for silence.
He filled it with totals, small graphs, color-coded impressions of his worth.
One late evening, on a near-empty train, he sat across from an older man with no bag, no phone, just eyes that saw through things.
“You keep looking at people like they’re a test,” the old man said suddenly, not unkindly.
“Like you're grading how much they approve of you.”
The young man stiffened.
“People don’t approve,” he muttered. “Unless you give them something measurable.”
“If I don’t perform well, they act like I’m not even there.”
The old man tilted his head.
“So you count their reaction... to prove you exist?”
“But do you see them? Or just the reflection you expect?”
The train rattled into a tunnel.
Dark glass turned the window into a mirror.
The young man looked at his own face. He thought of every time he said “they didn’t listen” and wondered if he ever really spoke.
Not to a person. But beyond the projection.
“If you only ever talk to your own concept of someone,” the old man said, “you’ll never meet them.”
The lights flickered back on.
The old man was gone.
So was the notebook.
Instead, on the seat beside him, lay a small audio recorder.
Its screen blinked:
[00:00:00] Silent Projection — record ready
He stared at it.
No words came.
No lines to tally.
No score to calculate.
Just the quiet of a train,
the fading echo of his own voice,
and a low, rhythmic pulse like a heartbeat in reverse.
So he pressed record.
And for the first time,
he didn’t explain.
He just listened.
🔗 This is where “Silent Projection” began.
Not with a beat. Not with words. But with silence reclaiming its voice.
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