I went
for some food, there hadn’t been any spaceships for some while.
I chewed
at things, cross-legged, staring up past the window ledge, at light blue, which
was full of a buzzing alarm sound, silent to most normals. Some hear the sound
of silence, in the buzzing, like that, a tone, that goes on and on, like one long
sound underneath water, underneath sand, an ever-present drawn out tone.
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