Tribe.net. Local Connections $item.owner.firstName http://emptyeyes.tribe.net/thread/f0dfcec7-9096-4327-a6e8-7a2fa577961c#f4171fde-a075-4196-b164-321e8a0dd2c1 2005-06-03T08:36:19Z 2005-06-03T08:36:19Z

The noise was unbearable, even Sarah couldn't take it any more. I guess her 'muffs weren't working properly or something. I was trying to hum some kind of tune to my self but the noise was sucking it into itself and collecting bits to be replayed over and over with the rest. Now I had become part of the show along with everyone else on the street. A dump truck that had gone by maybe ten minutes ago and was now part of the beat, a low rumble and a muffled clang in the distance over and over again. I was wishing everyone would walk as quiet as possible and not make a sound, eventually silence would prevail right? Heh.. yea right. As chuck would put it "We are noise-o-holics, silence-o-phobics". This is kind of extreme though! I looked around and most people were doing a good job ignoring it, no sour faces looking around wondering where the speakers are so they could break them. Me and Sarah on the other hand, we were walking as fast as we could without making a loud sound. A train passes by and the noise starts to grow steadily again, like the ocean in slow motion with the wave coming in fast, crashing, and slowly edging back and away, yet to come again. Now that it's been going on for 45 minutes or so be both are getting used to it, adding to the music here and there. We spot a Pizzicato and jump inside, the door is blocking out the sound and it feels like our ears have some kind of pressure on them now, we have to practically yell at each other to hear what the other is saying. I remember seeing Primus and feeling the same mental drain except now I'm not drenched in other people's sweat. We order and flop down on the seats, it feels peaceful now that the sound is a dim stream rolling over our subconscious. I like it here.

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