Antimatter

The two build up silence, until they were built on top of it, fixtures that loom over everything that isn’t the other. The build up of silence left a hole of non-silence: pit of general criticisms and luxurious fantasies. They sit and watch as the earth, now a rising cliff, gathers more soil from the pit. Their interest turn to the rising height, giving them enough time to wait, barely remembering they were waiting. They obsess over the hole, which was getting bigger and darker. Assuming all the non-silence was used up. What remains is an endless pillar of silence and an eternal black hole. Finally one of them cracks, the smaller one. She crumbled and plunged into the hole, her pieces, eventually getting smaller and smaller, freezes in nothing.

 
Gnossienne No. 5 - Erik Satie