The first time he was aware of that noise he wasn't doing anything in particular.. Actually, It had already been weeks without doing anything that deserved the honor of such a title.. It was not easy to describe the pitch or frequency of the noise. Era, rather, like a presence that surrounded him. Had it always been there or was it something that had been with you recently??, he wondered. I didn't know. I only knew that I was listening to him and, as I became aware of him, every day at a higher volume.
First he turned off the television. With this, the vociferous politicians were silenced., the talkers at the gatherings who never stopped chattering, the reporters who reported nothing (or they did nothing but confuse their audiences) and the presenters who incited the viewer to settle into a permanent and stressful state of alarm that, sometimes, he wondered if they could stand themselves. So, promotional ads were also silenced, the strident music of the headers of game shows or entertainment programs, graphs and distorted data (o, directly, manipulated), the prophets of the future, the statesmen of the past, and even the guy who gave the time. with that, the noise was mitigated a little. But it was not silenced.
Then he turned off the radio. With this the morning announcers fell silent., the mid-afternoon ones, those of the night and the dawn (with their corresponding teams of members and collaborators), the time notes fell silent, the empty speeches, empty sentimentality, the rhetoric of balance, the banal questions and the even more superficial and, above all, that impertinent moralism that seemed to permeate everything for so long that I couldn't even remember if it had ever been any other way.. All of that helped., but the noise did not stop bothering him.
To see if the noise stopped and following the clues, turned off his computer. With that they fell silent (slightly) the cries of social networks, with its marketing of messiahs and visionaries of every ideology and condition, your full-time inquisitors, their wise men without wisdom, their trolls, their haters and so many other imported Anglicisms that I didn't know what they meant at all, but that he had had to learn in recent times in order not to be left behind. But, very especially, the indecipherable tangle of the newspapers fell silent, among which it seemed impossible to distinguish the wheat from the chaff, decipher the message from what was pure oratory without substance or, much less, reach some reliable conclusion. But that was not enough and the noise continued. What a fool, it was said, suddenly. And then he also turned off his mobile phone, which silenced the noise transmitted by the messages he received almost every minute of the day., some of them nice and even useful (knowing that I was not alone was, in part, a relief), most of it pure noise that distorted and altered, with its stridency, his fragile state of mind, immersed for weeks in a wheel of contradictory emotions or, directly, incompatible, that I no longer knew how to handle. but the noise, although it seemed that it was heard at a somewhat lower level thanks to all these measures that had been taken, He still didn't shut up and for a moment he thought he couldn't do anything..
But then he realized and turned off the refrigerator., the microwave, the washing machine, the video game console, the light in the hallway and even the alarm clock that he had on his nightstand. That also helped a lot.. But the noise was still there, persistent. With the idea of locating it, He spent several days searching throughout the house trying to find its origin.. He looked under the bed, in the attic of his bedroom closet, between the sofa cushions, in the drawers and shelves of each bookshelf and even under the table in your study. But even with all that effort he was unable to find the source of a noise that he now felt was harassing him from every corner., without ever leaving him, a noise that was already the house itself. And so, he continued trying in vain to isolate himself.
One day, however, He had an idea that he considered revealing. What if the noise I was hearing wasn't outside?, as he had believed? Determined to go to the end, He looked inside himself to discover that that unbearable noise was himself.. The idea surprised him, but that didn't mean he let himself be carried away by fear, because he was a man who had always known how to adapt to circumstances.
Being noisy has many advantages and some drawbacks.. Among the advantages, lies in the fact that you should not be accountable to anyone for what you do because, after all, you are that, noise, and you can't do anything about it. A lizard should not apologize for being a lizard, or a cat for being a cat, or a dove for being a dove. There can be no moral duty in this. Simply, a dove “is” a dove, that's all. Besides, another advantage of being noise (or have become noise, I didn't quite know for sure), It's just that you don't spend much on hobbies either., how to go out with friends, or go to the cinema, at the theater or having drinks, because it is known that one is only noise with oneself and cannot share one's condition with anyone if one does not want to run the risk of being overshadowed by another louder noise.. Among the disadvantages, We could name the inconvenience you cause to those around you, Well, living with someone who is noisy can be irritating and, as a result of it, very harmful to health. The latter did weigh on him a little and more than once he wanted to give in to the temptation of turning himself off., also tired of being noise, but, no matter how much he searched everywhere, didn't find the switch. GERARDO LEON
