The Lost Art of Silent Material Cutting
For years now the noise in this village has been frustrating me. It is the noise of industrial cutting. The noise of an angle grinder on metal, of a circular saw on bricks, stone and wood. It is the constant wail of a circular saw cutting into something, every few seconds, or minutes, for hours at a time, for months at a time. It is the reason for which, instead of opening windows I turn on a fan and swelter in summer.