Saturday, March 6, 2010

noise

How might one take a photograph of noise? Noise, that is, of conversations bouncing off concrete walls, and slatted ceilings, and competing with unidentifiably distorted music with an overdeveloped bass. My head felt quite shocked to come out again into a more or less quiet street. So much for trendiness. Though the moroccan squash with popcorn and chestnuts and pumpkin seeds and yogurt was peculiarly good...

What worries me is how much - in thinking this, in writing this - I start to sound like my father. In a year or two I'll be complaining - as he did when he still went to restaurants -that the kitchen is too noisy, that the floors reverberate too much with footsteps, that there's any music at all...

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