“I like it when it rains hard. It sounds like white noise everywhere, which is like silence but not empty.”

“On the fifth day, which was a Sunday, it rained very hard. I like it when it rains hard. It sounds like white noise everywhere, which is like silence but not empty.”

“Have you ever heard silence? It is not a stillness which is the absence of sound. Silence is not empty, it is full of content. It is like the sky―intangible yet containing the stars, the sun, the moon, and all existence. That is silence and it is full of tongues.”

“Music is the cup that holds the wine of silence. Sound is that cup, but empty. Noise is that cup, but broken.”

“There was an electric buzzing sound that was constantly on, acting as background music like a million cicadas in the forest. A constant white noise.”

“There was a click. There was a noise like a partridge. There was a thud.There was silence.”