• The student athlete walking around with ice bags strapped to her knees.
  • The two people in full hazmat-style dust suits in the Chase bank at ~11PM.
  • Rachel Kolb’s amazing essay about getting a cochlear implant, in the NYTimes: “Once I got the cochlear implant, a transmitter of rough-hewn sound that set my skull rattling and my nerves screeching, I found that music jolted my core in ways I could not explain. Deep percussion rhythms burrowed into my brain and pulsed outward. A violin’s melody pierced and vibrated in my chest, where it lingered long after the song had ended. Other tunes sounded overburdened, harsh and cacophonic, and I longed to shut them off and return to silence — as I still do.”