Nothing

Not sure why the pic had a connection in my head with this bit from Macbeth. I like the soliloquy and had the idea of 'sound' from the photo which made me think of 'full of sound and fury' and so here it is.

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury
Signifying nothing.