Edited by Neil Anderson, Thursday, 7 Aug 2014, 18:26
And something in my school is making a noise.
It's a regular noise, like water in pipes, a humm and a hiss, a buzz and a wrong pulse. Something, like a beat-on-a-drum regular, that shouldn't be there. Do others hear it? I'm on my lonesome here, I really do hear stuff that others don't seem to [only I hear the server] but that doesn't mean that I'm not batshit mad.
Have you ever been on your own in an unlight church at midnight? I have, lots of times. I'm used to being sole-alone in big scary buildings that make their own noises. I know why people believe in ghosts. And I know buildings enough to explain why I don't believe in ghosts.
Which is why I hate it when there's a noise that I can't place. I'm assuming that something is wrong somewhere, which might not be the case, but until I track it down I'll be unsettled. People will talk to me but I'll be listening to something else; the edge of my mind will be the most important part-of-my-being for a while.
This all sounds a wee bit unhinged; it might be. But in general people don't spend much time on their own in large buildings. I do. I might march to the beat of a different drum [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s3Nq48sHF8M] but my drum is a sound-sound for where I live.
Which I suppose is why I'm prey to aural hallucinations on this strange grey morning.
a strange grey morning
And something in my school is making a noise.
It's a regular noise, like water in pipes, a humm and a hiss, a buzz and a wrong pulse. Something, like a beat-on-a-drum regular, that shouldn't be there. Do others hear it? I'm on my lonesome here, I really do hear stuff that others don't seem to [only I hear the server] but that doesn't mean that I'm not batshit mad.
Have you ever been on your own in an unlight church at midnight? I have, lots of times. I'm used to being sole-alone in big scary buildings that make their own noises. I know why people believe in ghosts. And I know buildings enough to explain why I don't believe in ghosts.
Which is why I hate it when there's a noise that I can't place. I'm assuming that something is wrong somewhere, which might not be the case, but until I track it down I'll be unsettled. People will talk to me but I'll be listening to something else; the edge of my mind will be the most important part-of-my-being for a while.
This all sounds a wee bit unhinged; it might be. But in general people don't spend much time on their own in large buildings. I do. I might march to the beat of a different drum [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s3Nq48sHF8M] but my drum is a sound-sound for where I live.
Which I suppose is why I'm prey to aural hallucinations on this strange grey morning.