i've been tripping out all over myself this evening thinking i'm hearing my own music playing in the washing machine or the fans, without being able to identify it or rule it out.

"there's a melody in everything. i'm trying to find a harmony but nothing seems to work. nothing seems to fit."

the truth is that it's reflective of how quiet it is in here, and how many appliances are running in a small space.

i'm lucky i haven't lost my mind yet.