The machines across the street beep with every movement, raising and lowering workers who are remodeling the windows. I just want them to do their jobs silently. Can’t they just presume that I know what they’re doing, and everyone knows what they’re doing, and everyone will stay clear of their ultra-dangerous machines? Does every single thing they do have to be broadcast loudly on all channels for everyone to hear and see?

Does every aspect of our lives have to be broadcast for everyone to read? Do we have to scream in the street rather than speaking in calm tones over warm coffee? Do we have to shout admiration from the mountaintops rather than whispering in candlelit sensuality? Are these special moments for everyone, or for us alone?

Because what makes these moments special is that they are only for us.

 

 

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