work_sounds jane up on the 22nd floor, you can hear the distant sounds of fire engines squealing down I street. i can hear jamie's keys clicking, her "soft rock less talk" radio station, just barely, one time i made out "georgia on my mind" by ray_charles. and then on the other side is aimee, telling the person on the phone who keeps calling back that she's just the receptionist for the whole board, and if he wants his question answered, he's going to have to talk to someone in tires. travis just walked in and his keys jingled with his saunter. phone rings. "i can transfer you to tires, on the 19th floor..." i can hear myself breathing, if i really concentrate. and sometimes the buzz of the lights overhead. 070919 what's it to you? who go blather from