… Moving in circles, making a constant humming noise…
White, there’s something white, behind it.
Black again.
….. ….
….. ….
….. ….
Buzzzzzzz…
I hear it. That white noise, in my black world. Once again.
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I am having coffee, and a conversation…
both of quality…
with someone who’s wearing s o m e t h i n g mmm.. ‘not white’…
but…
there cant be a buzzing noise in this crowded coffee shop. It’s a people’s world….
dominated by their stories, in voices that doesn’t sound like buzzzzz. It’s more like…
“Apa dorja khulen, JHARU dimu.”
There goes my sleep.
And I need to fix this loud fan, ASAP.
