Mi Casa
When my house doesn't have loud party music blaring or multiple friends arguing over what fast food restaurant they should go to, I consider it to be a pretty quiet place. As I take off my headphones and listen, I notice that it's not so serine after all. My computer fans roar from underneath my desk like a small airplane while outside the deep rumble of the air conditioning can be heard. Farther away, I can hear the pounding bass of a car sound system driving by. Across the hall I hear the murmur of sports center hosts talking to an empty room. A dog barks across the street, possibly at a passerby but hopefully at the possum residing in my attic. All these sounds remind me why I always work with music playing.
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