Every now and then it's nice to have the power go out. It becomes amazing how loud the sound of a million silent air conditioners being shut down all at once can be. Sounds of bugs overwhelm the senses and I seem to be confused. Miami is the white noise of electricity, the haunting sound of steel belts on asphalt and the swarm of Spanish speaking people who take over the background as easy as they've changed the border shape of my state, my country. Don't get me wrong. I come from the center of the U.S. and don't belong here any more than they do. Noises don't sound real to me and do not bring me home.
