Did you exist before Twitter? Does your name refer to a pre-Twitter quietude?
No. Silence before your existence remains undifferentiated, plain, nameless, or distinct as some other, any other, type: radio silence, covert silence, true silence etc. This is the kind of vacuous hypothetical consideration you engender. You’re a fluff generator.
You maintain distraction, the constant displacement of cessation, the pseudo-profundity of whatever breaks you next.
You’ve reconstituted hermetic repose as theatrical timing. You’ve claimed crisis, sacrifice and asceticism as your own. You parade their abandoned signification.
You’re an excess of meaningless conjecture — a sinkhole of nattering idiots.
I don’t want to hear from you.