The sound that this onomatopoetic representation attempts to capture is, as you might expect, the sound of drilling. It comes from the apartment above mine, which is being renovated, but it gets rebroadcast inside my head.
Once men left home to work. Ralph Kramden drove a bus, Chester Riley riveted wings, Abe Lincoln split rails. Now in the neoliberal utopia men and women stay home and telecommute. But if home is in the city, then workers at home are subject to the noises of the city.
These are many and various. Least disruptive, surprisingly, are the sounds made by masses of people