It’s hot tonight- the time of year where summer refuses to settle into anything less than summer and the suburban crickets play the same minuscule symphony for nights on end. I’m sitting on the sidewalk somewhere outside my house; the streets are bare, with just a few neighbors wandering around looking to bum a cigarette every now and then. The small hum of every air conditioner on the block is so quiet against the crickets’ overture that I have to strain to hear them. My air conditioner is broken — has been for a few days now — which is why I choose to sit outside. The AC unit in my house always used to drown out the rest of the world with its constant humming and whirring; now I just feel like I’m in a small gap in the ocean, accompanied by nothing but the orchestra of a Los Angeles suburb.
Submitted By: Julie Kim