For the two months I’ve lived in my new place, no matter what time of night I go into my backyard I can hear the faint, but distinctive, sound of an alarm clock echoing down the back alley. Beep – beep – beep. (Maybe it’s going during the day, too, but the ambient noise is enough to drown it out.) Beep – beep – beep – beep. There’s no way of figuring out which apartment building it’s coming from, which is a shame because I’d like to go knock on the person’s door and yell, “WAKE UP!”