this morning #1207.

this morning, a rumbling dump truck cut a jagged path through my slumber. shook me right out of a perfectly peaceful dream. then came another one. no less than a minute later. even louder. loud enough to slightly shift a painting hanging on the wall just above my bed. i rolled over & got out from under it just in case. big props to this big city we’ve designed. it’s become a breeding ground for an insane level of noise pollution. we have no choice but to accept a full-on assault on sanity. this intense, vehicle-based volume. high decibels. low reverberations. buzzzzzzz. i could hear a third truck approaching. i guess the only thing i can hope to quiet is the disappointed dialogue polluting my head.