the total sound of a permanent shriek

She was through the door and down the road before she even heard the sound that had been lurking here all along, braided among the laughing corn, woven into the smiling sky, the sound she fled toward with fluttering arms as if what lay before her were only a facsimile, temporary, paper thin, she could bust through into respite from the voice of the landscape itself, the total sound of a permanent shriek.
—  Stephen Wright, M31: A Family Romance