White noise can be described as a light hissing sound, similar to the sound of the wind rustling through the trees or a waterfall, for example…
The truth is, however, that white noise does not exist: it is a theoretical idealization. In this case, it corresponds to the blank pages of the book that become a symbol, a way to pay homage to the way of living and feeling the mountains, as people living in the Emilian Apennines do.
This is a meditation on the silence of the landscape, but it also represents the idea of the mountains as a place to hide, or to return to. Or, better said, as home.
In this beautiful and complex work of photography and writing, faces appear and vanish and stories are handed down by word of mouth, thus often becoming legends.
Douglas R. Hofstadter uses these words in his book ‘Gödel, Escher, Bach: an Eternal Golden Braid’:
“Think, for instance, of a writer who is trying to convey certain ideas which to him are contained in mental images. He isn’t quite sure how those images fit together in his mind, and he experiments around, expressing things first one way and then another, and finally settles on some version. But does he know where it all came from? Only in a vague sense. Much of the source, like an iceberg, is deep underwater, unseen-and he knows that”