The Scotto Grotto (org)

My super hearing is a mixed blessing. I can again hear all 17 fans, every scrap of static and clack of keyboard. The overhead lights hum. I wouldn’t trade it for what I had before. sharp, solid focus, I can even hear to a slight degree the people talking in regular voices in the hall behind the door.

I thank what powers that be… be it yawning, chewing, or the magical auditory pixies that retuned my eardrum to play more than white noise and pressure.