where locally there is no work
and not much community,
not even a public house or meeting place.
The houses are here merely because
they had to be somewhere.
What life here is proving to me
is that where there is life elsewhere
there is noise, sound that is conflicting
and random that parallels the random conflict
inherent in human attempts at life.
Nearly all that noise is generated electrically,
and entertainment is distraction regenerating itself.
What the white noise discredits is how outside of it,
in the organically generated quiet,
there is so much more happening
than people are able to hear.
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