Sometimes I hear things. Not like a crazy person, but somewhat I suppose. I know why, and exactly what I’m hearing though so, not at all actually. The fan in this room has a sound, a white noise. Well, with my head at the right angle, I hear almost another layer of it’s sound. I know though its just the sound bouncing off the wall to hit my ear drum in a way that creates a localised echo. Like an extra windy beach whipping around in your ears. I like to imagine that it’s some music of my subconscious playing louder than its headphones can contain, or the sound of another universe drifting over our own, but I’m a little crazy. But really, when sleep deprived, who isn’t?
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Nicole Jean Turner is an artist from the Greater Boston area with an affinity for vignettes, napping outdoors, and conversations that confront the human condition. She writes in cursive to hide the butchered spelling that would otherwise raise suspicion about her master’s degree in writing. View all posts by Nic Jean