We built the town’s first bypass to ensure quiet in the neighborhood, to keep the rustle of trees and the soft clatter of neighbors’ dishes in the air, to hold on to the way it had always been here, and then, because it was so convenient, we got in our cars to find something more exciting to do, something impressive to bring back with us, and that really took off, so we ended up ringing the town with bypasses, for reassurance, to bring some public life to all that damn intimate near-silence with the Doppler shift of distant traffic, and now we can’t remember why we hadn’t wanted it like this in the first place, or figure out why, though they are more lavish than ever, our homes don’t hold as firm in our memories as they used to, when we’d go out.

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