There is no television.
There is no radio.
There is no hum of electricity.
There is no sounds of cars polluting the air.
You would think it was silent, but you would be wrong.
There is birdsong.
There is the howl of a wolf miles away.
There is the sound of rain falling off leaves after a storm.
There is the way the ground crunches under your feet, and the sound of release.
You would think it was serene, but you would be wrong.
There is violence here.
There is loneliness here.
There is decay here.
There is the end near.
You would think it was hopeless, but you would be wrong.