There’s humming, just above my head, to the right. The noise is more like a presence than it is a distraction. The all too familiar static in the background of our lives. It is the kind of static that makes your ears ring when the power goes out. The fading whine following that interrupting click. I crave absolute silence. The small Frigidaire joins in harmony before snapping off a moment later. Maybe the Quakers were on to something.