Sitting
in a community laundry room with eyes closed, rhythm is one of the first subtle
sensations. The hum of the machines here is not a typically menacing and
alienating one like it might be in some dystopian story; here, it is gentle and
steady to me. People coming through don’t take away from the harmony but rather
add to it in their leaving; additional dryers and washing machines add to the
call. The continuous nature of these sounds makes their ending all the more
sudden; a washer or dryer finishing its load of clothes drops off and causes a
void. The opening and closing of doors, footsteps, clothing plopping into a
basket, all of them sync in rhythm.
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