At some point, when you live alone, you become aware of tinnitus. It's the sound you hear in your ears when things are otherwise silent. I've found that the longer the silence lasts the louder it becomes.
I knew a man who became suicidal over it. He ended up with tinnitus after a rough bout of Covid-19. It was just about unbearable. I'd have to remind him to breathe when it overwhelmed him.
What I'm trying to say is that mine somehow evolved over the course of the weekend. It seems to have moved itself from vaguely inside my head to deep inside my ear. And it makes a deeper sound now too - something like the drone of a large industrial fan turning.
Reality changes. Embrace it.
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