October 11, 2007 § 5 Comments
For the first time in weeks, it was quiet today. The landlord is renovating, which worries me. I can’t afford a large rent increase, or even a small one, and now it is almost certain to come. The noise has also shattered my daily rhythm, making both work and sleep impossible. Some of you will detect a measure of irony in these circumstances. I certainly have.
Over the last eight years, I have listened as the sounds of my street have changed. When I first arrived the most pervasive sound was music, which would drift from back balconies and parties and echo in the alleys. Several years later, the buzz of renovations began, filling the daytime hours with drills and saws and night with the heavy flapping of tarpaulins. Lately, there have been long stretches of silence, intermittently broken by the wails of newborns and, now, by my straggling landlord.
Some sounds, however, have remained constant: schoolchildren at recess, my neighbour’s piano, the early morning trains. Further north, a band practices twice a week as trucks lumber past, which means they might eventually get better.
Tonight, though, the street is almost perfectly still, and I hope it will be again tomorrow.