The text in the animation "loud neighbors" (2024) is excerpted from a screenshot of my email inbox after undergoing a search for “Nextdoor,” which is an “app for neighborhoods where you can get local tips, buy and sell items, and more.” I’m not quite sure how or why I even ended up on the email list or how to get off of it, but I get frequent emails identifying “top posts” in my neighborhood. At some point, I started collecting them, questioning the nature of whatever algorithm might have decided that these specific posts were those that I needed to see. Taken together, they form somewhat of a scattered, garbled, hectic found poem – with lines at times truncated by the email header character limit, further truncated by my browser window size, or repeated in brief verse in the subheader preview text. These lines are portals into varied digital/physical worlds that are different/distant from my own, clearly resonant enough with certain people/computers/algorithms to be considered “top” posts and presented to me. There’s something too, about the frequency with which these small proclamations ping towards the inbox that develops its own time system and cadence.