In Ruin City, in the rain, the sound of melancholy is a buzzing maelstrom of quiet desperation. The shatter has been so great, there is no sound left to despair.

Radhika Mukherjee
In Ruin City, in the rain, the sound of melancholy...
In Ruin City, in the rain, the sound of melancholy...
In Ruin City, in the rain, the sound of melancholy...
In Ruin City, in the rain, the sound of melancholy...
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In Ruin City, in the rain, the sound of melancholy is a buzzing maelstrom of quiet desperation. The shatter has been so great, there is no sound left to despair. This quote is from the novel Among Others by Jo Walton. It reflects on the devastation of war and how humanity is often driven to despair when faced with tragedy.

Source: Broken Shadows

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