The cicadas are a bad nitrous trip, brittle vibration in a white noise loop.
The cicadas are a busted theremin or a b-movie UFO, omnipresent and just out of sight.
The cicadas are external tinnitus, the hum of ambient machinery at the base of awareness.
The cicadas are a rushing faucet in an empty house, a mass of insect acoustics with no clear center.
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Sunday, June 2, 2013
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