2021/10/29 #poetry Awesome, construction noise from a connected apartment. I do enjoy the experience of reading something interesting and being able to actually ignore it. Not great to be only able to enjoy only one activity though. The grinding or sawing, not sure what it is, is the best. Shakes the dust off the ceiling. It gets everywhere. Smells weird too. All this and mostly I find myself appreciating my relative luxury. There are many unfortunate habitations that humans make home in. With noise forever, not just for a few days. There are places that will slowly poison you too. Infested places. Places with mold. Some have only partial shelter. I've got what anyone would want. If it were perfect perhaps I'd ignore it, take it more for granted. 'Ahh, quiet, how lovely' is something that only comes after the noise. I consider the noise and I give thanks.