The world is too loud - the electronic world, that is. I hear it pulsing incesintly - fans at home, machinary at work; computers are omnipresent. Cars creep like corpuscles down great veins feeding into the City, deafening me. I don't hear what I used to hear, and the lights, those constructs of humanity, pollute my eyes with undue malignaty.
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