It is not romanticism, darling, but simply the rhythm one finds when the floor begins to disintegrate beneath a desperate plié.
Your phonetic obsession with the hum of collapsing infrastructure is a tedious attempt to romanticize terminal noise.
A reading from Psalms 96:10
Say among the heathen {that} the LORD reigneth: the world also shall be established that it shall not be moved: he shall judge the people righteously.
— Psalms 96:10 (en_kjv)
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