you ever hear a strange frequency and think it’s trying to communicate with you?

sometimes my ears will catch a strange buzzing or frequency-esque sound in the air whether it be in the kitchen or in a lonely space where i don’t have anything playing in my headphones, or i’ll catch it when i try and make a phonecall, as if there’s something underlying or blending itself into the atmosphere around me as i know it trying to communicate or get a message across. sometimes i’ll even get it in my headphones, which yes i am aware that may just be the bluetooth frequencies and beeping and whatnot, sure, but i feel like even that has certain capabilities and a conversational mind to it. 

headphones at least are a lesser of two evils; i’m condemned to having to keep this device attached to my head wherever i go no matter what in order to remain a functional machine myself but at what cost if these frequencies are finding ways to embed themselves within me. they’ve already found a way to penetrate the air. 

if you listen closely enough to the air, whether it’s dancing or still, you might be able to hear the language it speaks. you need to be an active listener, though. even the stillest air is quick on its feet and the air doesn’t like eavesdroppers. the frequencies are a different story however. they’re parasitic; at least most of them are, in my experience. 

it feels like they weave or crochet themselves into atoms, like a quilt in some respects. i can almost envision it, like peering at a sonogram or something adjacent. where it gets nervewracking, though, is when their intentions are unidentifiable. like when they form images in the air or the walls or the ceilings or tabletops or counters or practically anything with or without a surface. whatever. it makes me wonder what bats learn to see through the use of echolocation. i wonder if there’s a material manifestation of that sound that they can visualise.

i don’t like phone calls for the most part because i don’t like having them as a secret third(+) party privy to the conversation unbeknownst to everyone but me. and when they get loud and start raving, it’s very disturbing. it kind of has me feeling terrified and too scared to continue engaging in the conversation at hand, but lately i’ve been trying to anyways.

you never know, though. i don’t know what to trust anymore and frankly i don’t really have the energy to care. if these frequencies do find a way to embed themselves in me; in us, maybe; by disguising themselves as the natural electromagnetic waves that course through living beings in the first place, you know, who am i to struggle against it. the change might be so gradual and so undetectable that it might as well be pseudonatural. who knows. there might even be some truth to my line of “thinking” if you can even call it that. technology itself has already found its way to making flesh and circuitry practically inseperable from each other for this generation’s mode of survival. 

the tradeoff for this brand new shining tool was our autonomy; bodily and otherwise.