There’s some weird noise––probably associated with construction––that goes off outside my window every 2-3 hours during the day, and it sounds like the alarm triggered whenever an idealistic young upstart escapes from a dystopian commune in the future.  I should be annoyed when my concentration is broken but instead I just think, “Run, XTC-619!  Run toward the Technicolor wheat fields of freedom!”

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