A soft unexpected thud reverberated ephemeral in the silence of the room. I occupied it alone in this early morning's wintry rain. Such little things gave me keen notice and I reacted plainly to find that which fell.
My eyes dutifully scanned the ill-lit floor but found nothing out of place. There was nothing, yet I was certain it was somewhere. My ears have not started to deceive me so strongly yet, though I knew that at times I hear memories of songs and humming that I banish for my foolish imagination.
I understood those that I hear as interpolations of my mind to the machineries of time and calculus. Yet I was afraid. They disturbed me, my fears.
That which fell. I would be compelled to find it however hidden from my eyes. To my ears it was unabashedly announced.
Such little thing, this obsession. This is my insanity.
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