Wowee. I am on campus. It is well past evening, heading into night. The after-dusk electric-blue sky is becoming darker and darker now, nearly black, or light black, in that way only a night sky can be. Everything is quiet here. There is a blanket of perpetual insect sound, punctuated every now and then by the bold soliloquy of a cricket, calling for his lost love. People walk by in the darkness, lit dimly by occasional lamplight. Heads bowed, thumbs a-tap-tap-tapping upon the fragile glass of a smartphone screen. It is like this for most of the past 45 minutes or so. Like a meditation retreat in SE Asia at night (surely that experience has entered into the pool of common experiential knowledge now). I’m half-expecting and fully hoping, now that I have thought of it, for the sound of a gamelan to silkily weave into the soundscape of this night.