@,,@@,@,@,                                          ,,,,,@@,@,
@,@,@,@,@,                                          ,,,,@,@,@,
@,@,@,@,@,                                          ,,,@@,@,@,
@,@,@,@,@,                                          ,,@,@,@,@,
@,@,@,@,@,                                          ,@@,@,@,@,
@,@,@,@,@,                    ¤¤                    @,@,@,@,@,
@,@,@,@,@,                  ¤¤  ¤¤                  @,@,@,@,@,
@,@,@,@,@,                  ¤    ¤                  @,@,@,@,@,
@,@,@,@,@,                  ¤¤  ¤¤                  @,@,@,@,@,
@,@,@,@,@,                    ¤¤                    @,@,@,@,@,
@,@,@,@,@,                                          @,@,@,@,@,
@,@,@,@,@,            # #»»»»»»»»»»»# #             @,@,@,@,@,
@,@,@,@,@,    ## #  # # # fey bells # #  # ## #     @,@,@,@,@,
@,@,@,@,@,             # #»»»»»»»»»»»# #            @,@,@,@,@,
@,@,@,@,@,                                          @,@,@,@,@,
@,@,@,@,@, envelop me in noise... a sandstorm of    @,@,@,@,@,
@,@,@,@,@, sound... and sure enough, between the    @,@,@,@,@,
@,@,@,@,@, grains there are calls from other        @,@,@,@,@,
@,@,@,@,@, worlds -                                 @,@,@,@,@,
@,@,@,@,@,                                          @,@,@,@,@,
@,@,@,@,@, distant wailing sirens, coming closer    @,@,@,@,@,
@,@,@,@,@, but staying out of reach... telling me   @,@,@,@,@,
@,@,@,@,@, that something is happening, perfuming   @,@,@,@,@,
@,@,@,@,@, me with someone elses excitement         @,@,@,@,@,
@,@,@,@,@,                                          @,@,@,@,@,
@,@,@,@,@, the phone ringing, a certain phone from  @,@,@,@,@,
@,@,@,@,@, a job long lost, urging for someone to   @,@,@,@,@,
@,@,@,@,@, pick up                                  @,@,@,@,@,
@,@,@,@,@,                                          @,@,@,@,@,
@,@,@,@,@,                                          @,@,@,@,@,
@,@,@,@,@, and at times, when i'm almost drowning   @,@,@,@,@,
@,@,@,@,@, in this metaphorical sand, breathing     @,@,@,@,@,
@,@,@,@,@, it, the veil is next to breached... i    @,@,@,@,@,
@,@,@,@,@, hear flutes, sines, repeating themes     @,@,@,@,@,
@,@,@,@,@, like were they calls from rubbery        @,@,@,@,@,
@,@,@,@,@, birds... deafeningly loud!               @,@,@,@,@,
@,@,@,@,@, but like a mirage, constantly            @,@,@,@,@,
@,@,@,@,@, evaporating and reforming.               @,@,@,@,@,
@,@,@,@,@, and not really touching my eardrums.     @,@,@,@,@,
@,@,@,@,@,                                          @,@,@,@,@,
@,@,@,@,@,                                          @,@,@,@,@,
@,@,@,@,@,                                          @,@,@,@,@,
@,@,@,@,@,                                          @,@,@,@,@,
@,@,@,@,@,                                          @,@,@,@,@,
@,@,@,@,@,                                          @,@,@,@,@,