Noise Report

NOISE

It wasn't so quiet, this morning. The papers were gone from the road, but there was water in their place. I could hear cars hissing through it. I could hear them all the way from upstairs. A man crossed Burrard, shook the rain out of his hair, and mumbled "fuck, fuck, fuck." That, too, I heard from up here.

Later on, I trundled round the block, whistling the theme from Super Mario Brothers. I whistled extra-loudly, but traffic had picked up by then. Probably, nobody heard.

SIGNAL

There were no mice in the garden, today. I didn't mind. It was too wet to sit down, anyway--I didn't stay long.

NOISE

This is me pretending I'm half-asleep. Pretending, alas, does not make it so.