White Noise

An affordable white noise machine has its own traps. An audible loop that plagues you with a resounding stutter and blip every four seconds, when it reaches the end of its loop. Only discernible in the silence of the night. Particularly at 3am, of course, when you’re in desperate need of sleep.

When you listen to it, it starts to breathe and sing, transforming into a variation on its own theme. Your mind grasps the patterns and elevates them, unceasingly. The noise becomes an unconquerable fixation, drumming and droning with the same futile lesson: you did this to yourself.

Most noise is the same; really.