Thematic Sound of North Jersey

I had intended my journal entry to be about my day, about how I caught the early early train instead of the early train, about how I worked as hard and as well as I could, about how I bought roses in the city for my mom and dad to present to them upon arriving home, etc. But I went for a walk after dinner, and going for a walk just has a way of making you think about different things.

In particular, it always has the effect of making you--or at least me--think about the passage of time. 

It's hard not to be haunted by the passage of time, to be bothered by that feeling of buying into the suffocating nowness of the current day, the current hour, the current minute, and all their attendant circumstances and situations, as if past times, past people, past situations, and past places never were, as if past times had no more substance than the evaporating dream of a momentary daytime doze. 

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If I could pick out a set of thematic sounds for formerly-rural-but-now-suburban north Jersey, this would be among those I would choose. (The link goes to a YouTube clip.) It might also be a thematic sound elsewhere. No matter. It can be the thematic sound of multiple places and times without any of them being diminished for lack of exclusivity.