The sonic wallpaper of society: rumour, hearsay, the news. Something to be largely ignored, passed by. It is the ubiquitous drone of social affairs and agendas, a useless aural sludge to be waded through in search of something real. As an oppressive omnipresent buzz, it can mask and conceal true voices, but it also begins to work against itself because one becomes inured to it. It becomes a commonplace sonifactual assemblage, offering nothing new, but the accumulation of these utterances can form a useful backdrop, or platform, like grains of sand to be walked on, for identifying voices that speak of more interesting things.