April 28, 2023 II

Dear Car Man,

I woke up at 5:30 AM today. I was dreading the explosion that discharges from your Mustang daily at 7 AM. It always wakes me up, so my body has re-calibrated to awake in anticipation of it. I couldn't fall back asleep. I made some peanut butter and raspberry toast. I listened to a podcast about the origins of the deity who stars in the Old Testament.

When your car released its exhaust sound and crescendoing, fluttering metallic pops, I was in the back of the house in the kitchen. Today's Music for Dynamite Quartet managed to impress me, even after two years of hearing versions of it. The noise traveled from across the street, along the side of the house to face the kitchen window like a roaring flame of sound. It was as if the din had assumed a tactile form, even an identity. It felt like it possessed consciousness. Really! Its sonic shape felt alive and molded of condensed malice and rage.


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