Words echo into the space - waves of scattered particles spreading into infinity. They last but moments then dissipate- never disappearing but growing further and further apart; they shrink smaller, smaller, as they spread longer, longer.
Words sink deep into paper. Lines of ink staining fibre. They are unmoving- lasting until the paper itself is destroyed (possibly until the end of time).
What are spoken words if nobody hears?
What are written words if nobody reads?
And words read from a page to an empty space-
are these doubly useless?
Yet if space is never empty...
is the act of disturbing particles enough?
is it enough to fill fibres?