City Music

I do not listen to my iPod outside because I prefer the natural music of the city: the way people talk, the languages they use, the footsteps behind me (oh-god-oh-god-oh-god), the traffic and the machinery, the bus stop recordings -- only the east/west bus speaks. The city's music delights my ear. I can't download it. In the future I'll be able to download it, you know, when I'm old and crippled. And I'll listen to it and think about this day and ask--

"Is this Wednesday, dear?"

She'll smile. "No, dear. It's Sunday."

"Is this late March, dear?"

"Time for your pill, dear."
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