Scorpio
Man survives earthquakes, epidemics, the horrors of disease, and agonies of the soul, but all the time his most tormenting tragedy has been, is, and will always be, the tragedy of the bedroom.
Leo Tolstoy
Some silences are not the absence of words but the presence of something that does not need them yet. You have been in rooms with people where the quiet holds more weight than anything either of you could say, where what passes between you runs along lines that were drawn years ago and have never needed updating. This kind of silence does not ask to be filled or fixed. It asks to be recognized for what it is: the sound of two people who still choose each other without needing to explain why. The tragedy Tolstoy names lives in the spaces where this recognition fails, not in the spaces where it holds.