“I WAS IN RAPTURE, DRUNK ON GLORIOUS ABANDON.”
The noise in my head sometimes comes as ringing, sometimes as thrumming, sometimes as rushing. I have quite bad tinnitus. Cursed for too much time spent reaching for the lasers, or just my genetic lot, or a mind harried by the modern world’s inability to leave us alone.
One perplexing thing is that it is not there all the time. Or, more accurately, I am not there
