These birds sound so real
but they peep through tiny mouths
into tiny speakers
into this tiny apartment
and then a voice - a voice that has no business in this 128K forest - tries to sell me something. Probably sex. Whatever it was she was selling sounded sexy. Shit. Everything is sexy. That’s why it sells.
Is that a woodpecker or someone hitting a tree with a baseball bat?
Yeah. That’s relaxing.
Nature should never be this desperate to sound calm.