Readers reacted the way readers do: with hunger and with delicacy in equal measure. Some found themselves cathartically outraged at the breach of privacy; others found surprising tenderness in the recorded lullaby. The town adjusted its rhythm a little—certain conversations moved out of the open and into kitchens with doors closed; certain jokes were no longer told at the market; new, cautious rituals appeared for when someone wanted to keep a thought private. And yet life continued: durian husks, cassette tapes, a vendor with jasmine on his fingers.