Erasing

A team were renewing road markings in our neighbourhood. This involved removing a yellow cross-hatched box using high-pressure water jets.

It was annoying at first. I couldn't concentrate on the book I was reading, so I gave myself up to it, as if it were a municipal version of Metal Machine Music. After a while I began to aurally hallucinate, believing I could hear brocken spectres emerging from the din.

They've gone now.