"They are the sounds of the outsider. They annoy me for being loud--so self-sufficient and unconcerned by my presence. Yet for the same reason they seem to me glamorous. (A romantic gesture against public acceptance.) Listening to their shouted laughter, I realize my own quiet. Their voices enclose my isolation. I feel envious, envious of their brazen intimacy."
--pg. 33-34 of Hunger of Memory by Richard Rodriguez
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