Roundhouse

It was a kind of non-music. A distorted noise that every now and again pummelled the walls.

David Byrne's Playing the Building, Roundhouse, Chalk Farm, Camden, NW1
David Byrne's Playing the Building, Roundhouse, Chalk Farm, Camden, NW1

It was impossible to prevent it or locate it’s source, as the building throbbed from all different angles.

David Byrne's Playing the Building, Roundhouse, Chalk Farm, Camden, NW1
David Byrne's Playing the Building, Roundhouse, Chalk Farm, Camden, NW1

She had been living so long in the presence of noise, that being surrounded by it seemed normal.

David Byrne's Playing the Building, Roundhouse, Chalk Farm, Camden, NW1
David Byrne's Playing the Building, Roundhouse, Chalk Farm, Camden, NW1

Silence was abnormal.

The quietness that now filled her room gave the flat a lifeless feeling and she felt a need for noise.

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