Friday, May 08, 2020: 02:33am
I have been morbidly fixated on the cyclic sound of my fridge. It's an intermittent, low, buzzing grinding, sometimes droning, sometimes rattling and mostly humming, always maddening noise. On and then off. Loud. Silent. On. Off. I presume it's always been like this, but my ears, my mind, perhaps myself too, never noticed. I never heard it before and now I cannot stop hearing it. All the time. Day and night. On and off. Loud. Silent. On. Off.
The other night, birds started chirping and shrieking outside my room. I thought it was almost morning; checked the time and it was 2am. The feathered fiends continued their shrill dissonance until hour four.
There’s also a plague outside and I’m currently residing in a Kafkaesque dream being written by Edgar Allen Poe.
