I can hear my brain

This isn’t the cackle of some caffeine-ridden word monkey’s skull bones - after all, I’m not some kind of freak - this is a constant, low-pitch thrumming that comes mostly in darkness. It’s a bit like being on a ship, or an oilrig, where there engines are buried away, far below, but make the deck and walls vibrate – the sort of noise that you learn not to hear pretty quickly. It’s still there, but you’ve tuned it out. The only time you actually notice it, is when the noise changes.

Now I’m not suggesting that my brain is some vast, powerful engine, I’m just saying that it’s making a funny noise right now and I can hear it again.

Or maybe I need to go get my ears tested?