Cicadas! Cicadas! Cicadas!

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The wavy camerawork and the audio is bent to give you all a sense of the powerful noise that is emitted by the Brazilian cicadas. They intend to leave the world soon and not without sound and fury.

Cicadas climb out of the dirt at the end of the dry season, and turn the trees in to giant, obnoxious maracas as they blow in the wind. It is a two-tone electrical chorus--our living and working and breathing is set to the soundtrack for a Hitchock film.

Oh, that their too, too solid flesh would thaw, melt and resolve itself into a dew, to litter the cragged sidewalks of Asa Sul with wings and bulging eyes and exoskeletons.