The constant beeps and alarms hum through the dimly lit room.
Every once in a while, she would stop midsentence, tap her fingers on the steering wheel and hum through a few words of a song she liked.
Still, as you listen to the mortars hum through the dark and land with the faint but distinctive rupture of concrete, you wonder what homes have been ruined, what lives ended or upturned.
You're Under Arrest is the brightest, airiest Miles LP for 20 years, a set tailored to radio possibilities – hence Time After Time and a pretty hum through Michael Jackson's Human Nature – without surrendering to faceless dance music.
Every day, millions of people hum through this ant farm of a city, packing into its subway cars, spilling out onto its sidewalks, racing through its streets and filling its skyscrapers.
I hum through it and feel okay until I get to the end, and then I stop because I can hear her voice and see her face more distinctly than I have in months.
This is always my move, if I can get away with it, to grow silent and silenter, and hum through all of the mansplaining and subsequent girlsplains to connect to what I actually think about it without the howling directives of one million faster-faster-faster online essays.
To remedy this, hum through your nose.
