A school building to my left caught my attention. My bionic ears alerted me to an electronic buzzing, and my blue eyes directed me towards a large fenced in machine. I tried to capture the sound, but found that the drone was simply that, a drone, and not a very interesting one. However the sense of touch came to my rescue as five feet away was a vent blowing wildly; the true origin of the sound. I took my microphones and put them in various positions looking for the best place to keep them. As I did this it became clear that the best place to keep them was everywhere, which seemed strangely philosophical. So I swirled them round and round about the vent, for nature favors movement and works in circles, and who am I to go against mother nature?
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