Getting Away From It All

I am growing suspiciously comfortable with the level of noise coming from outside our hotel room. The din created by the traffic is unremitting, but oddly comforting as a reminder of the swirling hurly burly of real life circulating around the unreality of buffet breakfasts and the like. We're checked by security, for explosives and such, each time we enter the haven of the hotel, and we ate dinner this evening at a place where the security was even tighter. Oddly this makes me feel less secure than I normally would. I suppose it's the effect of being reminded of how vulnerable and exceptional these places, in this society, are.