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Some kind of a silence. It's deepened and lengthened now, and I don't even want to come out of it. 

I was in that place again for lunch. This time it didn't feel right. That one waitress, whose every utterance is a trumpet blast, took care of me today. She startled me (again) with an offer of desert. 

There was music playing overhead. The Eagles - I can't remember the song now - entering my left ear. Sweet Home Alabama was playing from another source entering my right. In the middle of my head was an unpleasant scramble of junk sound. Dissonance. Dischord. 

That's not something I enjoy while eating a hot dog and fries. Alright? Ok?