imagine if you taught a bunch of mockingbirds or whatever to imitate dubstep and then released them into the wild. people camping at night in their tents listening to the sound of nature. and then the bass drops.
“She was not happy. She said the words to herself. She recognized this as the true state of affairs. She wore her happiness like a mask and the boy had run off across the lawn with the mask and there was no way of going to knock on his door and ask for it back.”—Ray Bradbury (via deadsimba)