” […] Every day there are more sounds, and I’m afraid that, some day in the future, every sound that’s possible to make will be in the world at the same time. And since every sound has its opposite, they will cancel each other out, and at the end of the day there’ll be billions of machines with their percussive rhythms, and billions of words in a language that doesn’t work anymore, and billions of people trying to be heard, screaming their lungs out, hurling their impotent noises into a world so saturated with noise that it might as well be deaf, and dumb, and blind.”
Now it’s Astrid’s turn to say nothing.
“All the noises of the world add up to silence,” says Harold. “This world will begin and end in silence.”
Dexter Palmer: The Dream of Perpetual Motion