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March 6, 2003
mark thomas Once in a while I stand up and hit the "door open" button on the intercom just to hear the sound of the buzzer rattle through the hallways and to imagine what anyone standing at the door might think when that buzzer magically rings and the doors to Jericho open wide. I also hit the "listen" button at all hours of the day and night to hear what is going on downstairs at the front door. There is rarely anything to hear. I hit the "talk" button and just talk, but no one is ever there to listen. The intercom in this building sucks, it runneth over with static hum and blithering noise. When I lived in Washington Heights I played tapes of my then favorite music into the intercom while holding down the Talk button. It was like running a little radio station with an audience of, at absolute maximum, zero. « What the Hell. They're People • sorabji.com • Trial and Error »
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