[Fatnino]

I stayed in Chicago for a short time in a 100-something year old building right next to one of the oldest sections of elevated rail in the city. I could glance out the window on the second floor and the wheels would be right there, seeming close enough to touch.

Within 2 days the screeching and grinding metal cacophony every few minutes had faded into the background and I had to mentally tune in to hear them again.