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blessed silence
Tuesday is leafblower day at work. The guys show up every Tuesday morning from about March through the end of October and skulk around the building next door, firing noisy blasts of air through the stands of bamboo and under the landscaping shrubs. In my office we have to close the windows or it's so loud one can't hear oneself think.
There is a little irrational part of me that always pines after the apocalypse when the leafblowers are running. Surely there will be no more blaring engine noise then. ...Shortly thereafter, the rational part of me speaks up to point out there also won't be any internet, or plumbing, or medicine.
Clearly it isn't worth it. But sometimes I crave the silence of the machines all the same.
There is a little irrational part of me that always pines after the apocalypse when the leafblowers are running. Surely there will be no more blaring engine noise then. ...Shortly thereafter, the rational part of me speaks up to point out there also won't be any internet, or plumbing, or medicine.
Clearly it isn't worth it. But sometimes I crave the silence of the machines all the same.