Oh, bad, bad, bad. I hate the sound of traffic accidents in the street outside. It’s beyond a stretch of park and out of sight, but somehow not being able to see the extent of it makes it worse – there’s just the shock of the impact and then the perplexingly slow motion screech of metal and the honking and yelling far away in the distance, sometimes not even carried all the way here, and then finally the sirens. I’ve seen so many accidents there – it’s a badly planned stretch of road, with trams stopping in the middle, pedestrians meandering all over in a fairly heavy flow of traffic… and to top that off, trams crossing the road to turn around. Now I’m just waiting for the sirens – the crash occurred just as I clicked this note open, so this has been a live report from Rome, reminding you to be careful.
I was just going to say – and mostly for the benefit of those of you with whom I’ve been discussing cold-steeping methods lately – that this has been in the fridge for about three additional days now, leafs removed, of course, and that it tastes just as fresh and clean as it did when I wrote my first review. I’ll keep experimenting with various tea types, but these oolongs are very forgiving.
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I understan the concept of hearing car crashes being worse than hearing and seeing them simultaneously. Since a lot of cars these days are built to withstand a lot of impact, they can often sound worse than they are, but absent getting that confirmation yourself, all you can imagine is a wreck of epic proportions.
Yes, you sum it up perfectly.
I understan the concept of hearing car crashes being worse than hearing and seeing them simultaneously. Since a lot of cars these days are built to withstand a lot of impact, they can often sound worse than they are, but absent getting that confirmation yourself, all you can imagine is a wreck of epic proportions.
Yes, you sum it up perfectly.