Vachon Imagined

What is tone if not your own perception made audible?

Even screaming—pure, unfiltered anger—has a tone. It shakes the body awake. It makes you feel something alive, something ravenous, something dangerously real. Yet it is still life happening inside you. Born from mind. Born from creation. Born from the same force that writes, builds, and breaks.

You get to experience this every day.

How strange—and how fortunate—to know yourself through a body that has been granted to you. A vessel of sensation, of expression, of unfolding experience.

But the question remains: will you see it for what it is?

Or will you only see yourself and call it ugly—call it satan—call it dead?