Yeah, so, New York is like, loud. Loud. The city shouts I tell you. Traffic, trash trucks, dump trucks, cab horns, the B61 downshift, subway brakes, subway announcements, subway anything really. Even my own melodic iPod gets to be too close for comfort.
This morning I was browsing birthday cards at my local drugstore. Sad when the section of “Cards With Noise” is larger than any other section. Whatever happened to the quiet, simple, interpersonal act of giving someone a card to read? When did that gesture become not enough? With sound! With sound! Hallelujah! With sound! Thank goodness the card you gave me *actually* talks or it wouldn’t really speak to me.