sounds

there are always strange sounds in the chalfonte. there is always the sound of rushing water gushing in torrents through invisible pipes. my subletter embick was the first to notice that the refrigerator sings, letting out subtle electronic pings of two high pitches at regular intervals. and at least once a year a great tornado imperceptibly picks up the chalfonte and lands it in new york. i hear film production men hollering at each other and clapping for one another and causing a general annoying racket and outside my window and all the cars have become new york taxis and police cars and firetrucks spinning their red lights through the night through my blinds. and into my disco