what's that humming

Toronto, 2018.04.14

There are a couple of strange noises about the small apartment building where we live: a noisy wheedling sound, and apparently a persistent hum. I was discussing it by text with the other tenants and declared that the humming had to be from The Boy: Mozart, the Pixies, Pokemon, fort-minute songs of his own composition. Yes, definitely the ten year old.

Quite the conundrum: stay indoors with the noise, or go out into the freezing rain. I actually found myself cycling in the latter for about twenty-five minutes, after having picked up my bike with its new wheels.

Prior to that, it was the TTC. Somehow, that ~7km trip took a bus and a streetcar, and the streetcar driver had to stop to deal with someone who was drinking at the back of the vehicle.

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Meaning is not something you stumble across, like the answer to a riddle or the prize in a treasure hunt. Meaning is something you build into your life. You build it out of your own past, out of your affections and loyalties, out of the experience of humankind as it is passed on to you, out of your own talent and understanding, out of the things you believe in, out of the things and people you love, out of the values for which you are willing to sacrifice something. The ingredients are there. You are the only one who can put them together into that unique pattern that will be your life. Let it be a life that has dignity and meaning for you. If it does, then the particular balance of success or failure is of less account.

-John Gardner