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- <p align="center"><b>MayVaneDay Studios (Gopher Edition)</b></p>
- <p><b>the right to silence</b></p>
- <p><b>published: 12-24-2018</b></p>
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- <p>Silence is golden, we were taught as little kids. Sit down, shut up, listen to the teacher. Only speak when we're spoken to, or if we raise our hands first and are then given permission to open our mouths and make some noise we all collectively agree to comprehend.</p>
- <p>I'm not talking about the need for oneself to be silent, self-made mute- rather, the right to have a silent place to be, free from sensory disruptions, a place where one can think without being interrupted by some inconsiderate asshole making exploding noises in the next room over because the walls are thin as cheese.</p>
- <p>For some people, this is a room in the basement- an office, at least as long as people remember to shut the basement door behind them when they go upstairs. Or it's a college dorm room, until someone starts a drunken riot downstairs during a party and gets Campus Security called on them. Or it's a bedroom, peaceful until one's brothers start blasting the shitty new <i>Boss Baby</i> cartoon the next room over and you can hear every single word and any requests to turn it down are just met with yelling and turning it up even louder.</p>
- <p>With a quiet place to think, one can study or write or do whatever they need to do without the extra mental strain of having to filter out external sensory disruptions. It frees the brain to do more without having to fester in fear of being disrupted without warning.</p>
- <p>I think I'd like to be a hermit one day. This world is too loud for me to think.</p>
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