It was in my first years of life that my mum told me seashells remember the ocean. I wonder, what they would remember now, with the expansion of the human environment, dooming overpopulation.
It was a month ago that I learned what the noise in the seashell actually is - resonated ambient sound. How do I go from a quiet childhood, spent in the serenity of imagination, to a world that wants me to react to every relationship problem, solve every economic crisis, mourn every coronavirus death.
The two seashells contrapose each other in a fight for the imprint in the collective memory; and at the same time represent a progression, going outwards, from tranquility to overwhelm.