We listen to what we value. An Indian was walking in downtown New York City alongside a friend who was a resident of the city. I hear a cricket. Man, this is downtown New York. Taxis going by.
People screamin' at each other.
Both sides of the street filled with people. Cash registers clanging away. Subways roaring beneath us. He led his friend along, slowly. They stopped, and the Indian walked down to the end of the block, went across the street, looked around, cocked his head to one side, but couldn't find it.