One fly buzzing doesn't sound too bad, assuming you're not trying to sleep inside your bedroom along with it. A swarm of them, while naturally louder, you get used to, especially if it's connected to a place, like say the meat packing district. Every time I ride past, the buzzing cacophony starts low, then oh so briefly fills my ears, then fades once more, along with the taste of dead animals in the air and the smell of animals fearing they are soon to be dead in my nostrils.
Comforting, really. Especially compared to the disconcerting lack of it now.
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