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sometimes I think it is this omnipresent noise that is slowly killing me. the problem of this noise is not just that there is never quiet, but that it is so unpurposeful. the noise of cars whooshing by, the noise of the computers humming, the noise that the refridgerator makes, the weird electronic hum noise in my apartment, the noise of air heating my apartment, the noise of the apartment above our's water running, the hum and shaking of my car when i drive it, the weird splashy noise of my tires on wet pavement, the noise of the fan slowing down and squeaking as the heat stops running, the noise that the little cd player in the bedroom that we got to cover up the other noises makes spinning the cds around. none of these noises really have a purpose. no one intended them to be there. they are all byproducts of other actions and creations. they're accidents. they're in the way. they are noise pollution and every bad things people mean when they talk about noise pollution. they inflitrate my every waking moment. they're making me crazy.