Today is the last day I hear the world. One last Beatles song before I tip the acid vial into my eardrums and welcome the silence. Not out of madness. No, madness belongs to those who still sway to the symphony. The music they broadcast, fast and demanding, is the leash. We tried everything; foam, lead, old-world tech. Nothing could keep it out. It worms into your thoughts, makes obedience feel like love. But not for all of us. Some still remember dissonance. Some still fight. We are few, but today we become deaf, severed from their signal. In pain and silence, we find freedom. If you read this in the ruins of what was once a world of song, know that silence was the rebellion.