At 9:30 last night, just as I was about to go to sleep early after a long day of nothing, construction began on my street, complete with jack hammers. It's all part of city living I suppose and even though it was annoying it did get more soothing as the night went on, much like the loud drunken arguments in the parking lot or the homeless wrestling through the garbage.
Not all people have the kind of noise tolerance that I do, much like Cheryl Lindgren who provided her opinion in the New York Times for an article about noisy wind turbines. She made the completly normal piece that included property value statistics and questions of the future, totally, uh, interesting.
“I remember the sound of silence so palpable, so merciless in its depths, that you could almost feel your heart stop in sympathy,” she said. “Now we are prisoners of sonic effluence. I grieve for the past.”
Yup, an actual living human being said these things. Dramatic much? I'd like see her live in my building and hear what she has to say. Wait, no I don't.
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