JOHN CAGE MONOLOGUE - Physical Theatre - Rachel Drubetsky

I enter an anechoic chamber. A room without echoes, which promised to

surround me in silence. I hear two sounds, one high and one low.
When I described them to the engineer in charge, he informed me that the high
one was my nervous system in operation, the low one my blood in circulation.
Until I die there will be sounds. There will be noise. We are surrounded by
noise.
When we ignore it, it disturbs us. When we listen to it, we find it fascinating.
The sound of a truck at fifty miles per hour. Static between the stations.
Rain.
MUSIC STARTS!
Why have we stopped listening?