C I P R I A N I

I can’t say that Our’s is the loudest age. This is the only time in which I’ve lived and have nothing to compare it to. 

I will say that as I have gotten older, I’ve become aware that it seems that almost each second of our lives must be filled with noise.

Or rather, the “Powers that Be” feel we want this.

Right now I am very grateful that I am sitting in relative quiet – save for the lawnmower or weedwhacker or dirt bike … whatever the hell is revving outside my window.

Living in a city, I’ve grown accustomed to such noise. It doesn’t keep me awake, it blends seamlessly into the the background.  I don’t long for the country life and the sound of crickets.

I guess the noise I’m speaking of is the bombardment of club music when I go into what appears to be a relatively benign salad shop.

Or more specifically, the visual noise. The bombardment of images upon images.

I love images. As an aspiring filmmaker, images and their manipulation fascinate me. But sometimes I need a break from all the flickering lights…

The news ticker underneath the news I’m watching… 

The new thing I’ve noticed is the “Twitter feed” on some “news shows”.

…And Twitter in general.

I guess I should start “tweeting”.  I’m years behind on this whole blog thing and have recently read about people getting writing gigs based on their Twitter feeds.

I guess it’s bound to be noisy now that it seems like everyone is talking, tweeting, making some commotion.

I wonder if anyone is listening?