Wednesday, April 06, 2011


At first I only heard the baseline, the drum beat. Even that was impressive, coming from ten feet away and filtered through earbuds solidly entrenched in her ears. Volume went with the inverse square law; just how loud did that mean it had to be at the source? I thought I caught hints of a song I hated, but they faded into the background and I ignored them.

But the familiarity caught me again, and again, and again. The song was on loop. “Umbrella, ella, ella” it went. I tried to laugh. This was going to be a long hour.

This was my personal aggravation last night, on my way home from circus. I almost cried, but that would have been weird, so I laughed bitterly instead.

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