Years ago the woman who eventually became my wife was doing laboratory work in psychology. She often had to work in a room filled with caged rats that various students had to train.
I am rat-o-phobic but one night she dragged me into the lab with her and before the lights were turned on you heard this oddly eerie sound. The furious mastication of one-hundred laboratory animals.
I am reminded of that because today, in between shots, I am sitting in a video village with a client and an account guy or two who are incessantly clacking on their keyboards.
Rats chew.
We clack.
This is our sustenance.
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