"Too much traffic"
This reminds me of the story Richard Wilbur tells in "Parts of a World." Wallace Stevens was at some literary event, somewhat drunk and gregrarious and holding court, entertaining people with jokes. He sees Wilbur and becomes very serious. He says something like Wilbur, what are you doing here? You should be living like a monk. Real poets live like monks! Or something to that effect. Happy new year, by the way!