Noise. I don’t like it, but you can’t escape it. It’s always playing anywhere you go. Sometimes it’s good, sometimes it’s bad, mostly it’s mediocre, but it’s almost always background. Just quiet enough that you can’t enjoy it; just loud enough that you can’t think. It’s maddening.
I’m sure there’s a reason. Some egghead probably figured that people spend more under such audible intoxication—or made some other similarly economic discovery—and has now brought us another step nearer the precipice of a Brave New World. No, that’s the wrong title. This is more along the lines of Fahrenheit 451.
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