Go quietly, she said… Shhht, she said. Then suddenly I heard the clapping of the ticking clock as it filled the room. Deafening. It smothered my soul like the dust that scratched my throat. And as I tasted the air, like dried wood, I heard the quiet. It was nothing, filled with a thousand sounds grander than any noise. And then I see, so clearly. How different the world looks when its quiet.