I am sitting underground. Allows talk with each other all around me. They show me cold colors of friction. Vibrations like screams, shrieks like sirens of death. Humming undertones that scourge the ear into a painful slumber. I hear what goes without saying. I hear a silence only listened to by deaf ears that are somewhere else in thought. I listen quietly. Am I silent? Where do I scream inside and never listen? I hear a prolonged rhythm only noticeable if you can distract yourself from that which surrounds you. A constant flow of jabbering German that might as well be gibberish except for the token words that grab hold of your attention and bring you back out of pure soundscape. My ear constantly wants to name, to point where, to ask why. I try to suspend and push the sound flat together as if it is just one note, as if it is one song, in harmony with all of the vibrations around it synchronizing its entrance into my ear. I hear scuffling, I hear breathing, I hear banging, yelling, raspy throat noise asking, back and forth I hear momentum quickening, lulling. I hear to the left and to the right, how does one flatten this? How does one numb direction? Orientation of space created by shapes of sound? I find myself struggling in frustration and I wonder, is that just the noise around me? How am I separate from this consuming rhythm? How am I attached? All of this is written after I am no longer hearing these things. Where am I in that sound now? How is it still apart of me? Do I still contact it? What frequency am I playing?