I was listening to a podcast while out walking Dog, a series called ‘Seriously’ that curates factual sciencey blogs from around the English speaking metaverse (get me, huh!).
This one gave me pause as it was about the internal monologue that accompanies our lives, only it doesn’t. Not all of us.
There was interesting stuff about how Children talk to themselves, describing games and dialogue for toys that gradually goes inside and becomes the range of conversations, pep talks, critiques, planning meetings and reviews that people our heads when we are alone.
But then there are those who don’t have those voices, or pictures, or unformed coherent thoughts… that’s the thing about these kinds of neurological tricks; as we are different in personality and hair colour, so it is with how we experience those moments of solitude. Some see colour, some hear voices, some hold thoughts that are neither images nor words and some – and this, to me, is the weird bit – have silence. A not so roaring void.
Which made me wonder about writers. Do any writers live with such silence? Do their characters not barge in and take over, unravel plot problems and generally make nuisances of themselves? Can you write and live with such silence? Is one a necessary condition of the other?
It would have had me thinking if my spokessoul hadn’t interrupted me with an ethical dilemma I needed to unravel… oh for a bit of peace and quiet.
PS in another podcast about the trial of Alex Jones in the US, he of the Infowars network and purveyor of fake news, there was a line from the Judge, commenting on the damage his fabrications have caused (in the case of this trial, the injury to the parents of those killed at Sandy Hook) when she commented:
‘Your beliefs do not make something true’
which is probably as good a summation of the fallacy of fake news and those who believe it and repeat it as I’ve heard. Which emphasises the troubling truth about fake news. It’s those who are willing believers who are as much, if not more, the problem than those who come up with it in the first place.
Given that this has been on the heavy side of thinking, here’s a picture of Dog and the views from West Norwood…