[ST (Jan 30, 2006)]
It rains. The boys play football in the playground, nevermind the rain. They shout, they yell, they swear. Dozens of throats in unison. The voices are so loud, the pitch so high, they seem unreal, impossible to achieve. The kids' devotion to yelling is homogeneous and notorious, its purpose escapes me. The cacophony in the background, just as the CMB, is isotropic and uniform. A score is a burst of cries, an avalanche of joy. The wailing sound of a siren tells them it's time to stop their playing and get on with their school duties. The break is over. A reasonable amount of silence resumes. The shouts, now gone, seem even more unreal, as if they had never existed. A pigeon coos in the distance. The silence is further broken by the steps of the eventual passer-by (high-heels hitting the pavement), the drops of rain on the car's windshield, and the annoying, Doppler-shifted sound from engine cars speeding up the street towards the traffic-light in the corner. It's cold outside and the rain's pouring harder, yet I have to leave the car to meet someone somewhere.
It rains. The boys play football in the playground, nevermind the rain. They shout, they yell, they swear. Dozens of throats in unison. The voices are so loud, the pitch so high, they seem unreal, impossible to achieve. The kids' devotion to yelling is homogeneous and notorious, its purpose escapes me. The cacophony in the background, just as the CMB, is isotropic and uniform. A score is a burst of cries, an avalanche of joy. The wailing sound of a siren tells them it's time to stop their playing and get on with their school duties. The break is over. A reasonable amount of silence resumes. The shouts, now gone, seem even more unreal, as if they had never existed. A pigeon coos in the distance. The silence is further broken by the steps of the eventual passer-by (high-heels hitting the pavement), the drops of rain on the car's windshield, and the annoying, Doppler-shifted sound from engine cars speeding up the street towards the traffic-light in the corner. It's cold outside and the rain's pouring harder, yet I have to leave the car to meet someone somewhere.
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