Barrier (May)

May as well be Felix the Cat veering at 100 between two walls steering past peripheral vision on constant curves of Babylonian cliff hangings and Oldenburg potato chips and cockleshell plasticated murals all in a row and berms that alter for the driver’s attention span, and all in cabin silence. Noise reduction for Steinberg freeway neighbours is less apparent, though they sleep deeper than otherwise and speak without a Spector wall-of-sound behind every word and enjoy less fear of heart strikes than if noise barriers were absent, as only Fred Flintstone would expect, frequenter of every bowling alley in town.