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It is frightening how fast the world sickens," Bryde said. "Decades ago it seemed like we had years. Months ago it seemed like days. And now, every day, every minute, every second it is harder to be a dreamer. It's so noisy. Even here in these mountains, it is so noisy. How they shout at us all, even in our sleep. Soon there will be no place for the quiet things, the things that undo themselves when they have to shout. Soon there will be no place for secrets, the secrets that lose their mystery when they are uncovered. Soon there will be no place for the strange, no place for the unknown, because everything will be catalogued and paved and plugged in.

It is frightening how fast the world sickens," Bryde said. "Decades ago it seemed like we had years. Months ago it seemed like days. And now, every day, every minute, every second it is harder to be a dreamer. It's so noisy. Even here in these mountains, it is so noisy. How they shout at us all, even in our sleep. Soon there will be no place for the quiet things, the things that undo themselves when they have to shout. Soon there will be no place for secrets, the secrets that lose their mystery when they are uncovered. Soon there will be no place for the strange, no place for the unknown, because everything will be catalogued and paved and plugged in.