The amalgam of car hunks and fusion of people’s steps create a sweet comfy trap I love to slant into when I go to bed or when I open my eyes in the morning. The fresh sheets on a huge bed, the breeze coming from the balcony and a bit of Norah Jones… would be too little without this noise.
Somehow it makes me feel secured, tacitly secured.
I love the noise of the city.
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