During a rainstorm, it is difficult to differentiate individual raindrops from each other.
The same can be said for voices in a crowd: in a large group setting, voices often seem indistinguishable and blend together as a uniform wall of sound.
Occasionally though, distinct words find their way into our ears, the same way a determined drop of water finds its way down the back of our shirt, or strikes us right on the tip of our nose.
the eavestrough diaries are collections of such drops—ones that stood out in the crowd and serendipitously came together to form a glimpse into the voices of everyday urban life.
-Les Mots Manquants