When there's a portable fan running I hear music. Distant music, the kind you hear on a summer night when your neighbour has the radio playing softly. Far away music, but music. Tonight it sounds like a classical piece, maybe Tchaikovsky.
The funny thing is that every fan makes different music. Last year the fan in the bedroom played some old rock and roll tune.
So far I think it's a fan phenomenon rather than a psychosis. The toaster hasn't told me to wear a tinfoil hat. Which makes me think of people who get messages from God. People like Moses. Was he any different than the person who gets a message from the toaster? Enquiring minds want to know!
not that you're a freak or anything... ;)
Posted by: mainja | July 07, 2006 at 01:18 AM