We were all complicit in ignoring the inexplicable.

Growing up in the suburbs, I was always aware of something just beneath the surface, something no one ever spoke about but seemed to govern everything. The absurdity was subtle—unspoken feuds over trash bins, neighbors who vanished for weeks without explanation, the strange hum of appliances that never seemed to stop. There was tension in the air like the suburbs themselves were holding back a secret too enormous to share, as if we were all complicit in ignoring the inexplicable.