This is the only place on earth that makes me feel guilty about wearing my headphones. What is there to drown out here? There are no bicycle bells or car horns. No one us trying to sell me anything or ask me for anything. No awkward strangers. No sirens, but the trees. Not even an airplane to break the silence. Which leads me to the sad conclusion that what I truly seek to drown out is probably just me. There are too many moving parts and I need music to distract the ones that buzz and get in the way.
You can only write one thought at a time.
But then, being here makes me want to put the pen down and stare at the siren trees. I can't even tell what the real distraction is here.
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