My mind swayed to the cacophony of rustling brown bags as we stuffed and folded all 1800 of them. The constant noise drowned out all lucid thoughts in my head. Conversations were limited, if had at all. There was a sort of quiet amidst the symphony of noise.

And then it stopped.

The last bag was stuffed and folded. Silence covered the room like a quilt. It was so thick, it was almost deafening. There was a peace, a calm, that came with the loud silence.

Noise can be silent.
Silence can be loud.

The dichotomy of the two extremes seemed to capture the state of my mind. It was exactly how I was feeling: torn between the noise and the silence.