They’re taking apart my radiator now. For a while it was just incessant clanging of a chisel against a metal joint. At first it was the most jarring noise in the world, but soon it became as comforting as a favourite song; i barely resisted turning on my microphone to catch a snippet of it. Strident and ringing, clear as a bell but not as deep or rich. But, it’s over now. And i don’t think it’s fixed yet, nor will it be when i have to leave for class in twenty minutes. Or, hmm… now they’re packing up. Sometimes i’m wrong…