March 26th, 2021 | 
Author: 3/26/2021, 6:15, Quarantine housing in Colonial Square (Salem, suite 928)
Sounds farthest away from me: Although confined to one space, I can still enjoy the amazing weather we’re having. As the wind whooshes from outside, and dives through my window. Birds chirping, trees rustling, people walking, and then finally a rusty cart rolls on bye. Completely covered in brown paper bags, food for those imprisoned in quarantine housing.
Sounds at a medium range from me: Paper bags being placed, followed by a knock, signalling that dinner has arrived. Metal doors, opening one by one, to pick up the precarious meal before them. Eager to eat, they rush back inside, as the metal door shuts with a metallic thud.
Sounds closest to me: Other than the keys I punch into my computer, there is not much noise at the center. Occasionally, the A/C unit in the room will loop harmoniously with the winds from outside. The only other predominant sound found at the center is myself, as my stomach growls with its own eager maw.
The general sound level and amount of sound activity: The general sound level is low and the amount of sound activity is sparsely placed throughout the house.
One word description to the “sound environment”: Suspense, the culmination of these subtle sounds can make or break a man’s sanity.
Three sounds which are essential to the sound environment: Rickety rusty carts, metal doors opening, and my stomach growling.
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