“Words became cheaper. They multiplied, but lost their value. They are everywhere. There are too many. They swirl, swarm, torment like clouds of insistent flies. They stun.

So we miss tranquility. We miss silence. Wandering through the fields. Through the meadows. Through the forest that hums, but does not waffle, does not jabber, does not toot.”

- Ryszard Kapuściński