30 October 2025

I used to take my rooibos tea to the balcony. If someone was smoking we'd chat, but otherwise I would just rest on the railing and listen. When my tea ran out I was obligated to return to the sound and color. 

I see the appeal of smoking. 

The only comparable experience I can think of is the shower. Some people listen to music or sing, but for me it's one of the precious few moments where empty silence feels COMFORTABLE. Reading or writing are close, and there is a dignified peace to them, but it's missing that vast pointlessness. 

How does it work?

My parents don't have any rooibos, so instead I'm having a very precariously perched mug of liquorice tea. 

How can I manufacture this? I worry that if I spent all my time in the shower or drinking tea the spell would wear off. 

Meditation? Amphetamines? A near death experience?

Silence is the soil in which I grow. 

It's clearly just a trick.