A notebook full of silence, finally turned into something

Spent six weeks jotting down every quiet moment backstage — the hum of an amp nobody switched off, the way the rigging settles after a flying piece comes home, that one second before the house lights fade where everyone breathes different. Transcribed the good ones into a little zine just to get them out of my head. Not sure if it's sacred or just exhaustion, but it's bound now, which feels better than carrying it.