Cacophony explores my life within noise. Unasked for, unexplained, unwanted noise.
My days when I venture into the world are bombarded with noise. At home I can largely avoid the unexpected, and enjoy a certain level of control.
But there are times even at home when stress levels escalate to a point where my brain makes its own noise. These are the ones that can’t be controlled, won’t be stopped by ear defenders. From the silence I hear music, voices on a non-existent radio, chatter of invisible beings.
Noise
Around my mind brass bands boom, orchestras play,
guitarists strum.
Around my mind voices criticise, berate, condemn.
Unable to enforce silence, I control the cacophony with my pen.
marilyn unmasked 