When I sit at my desk for 6 or 7 hours a day, my world becomes fixated on the light-emitting box in front of me. I swivel in my chair, click my nails on the keyboard, push the scroller wheel on the mouse up and down. There is the downbeat ding of the email notification sound, the staccato click of the mouse, and the ambient hum of the various electronics in front of and beside and underneath me. I am in a nest of electronic noise, yet I am in the center- a breathing, talking human being. I sigh and murmur to myself, and break the steady rhythm of sounds by my variability.