2026-06-16
The Hum: Isolation and Unspoken Fears
The hum is a particular kind of loneliness. Not the vast, echoing solitude of a deserted beach, but something far more insidious—a low-frequency thrumming th...
Freelance music writer & content creator from small-town Ohio, figuring it out loudly and in public. I write criticism that sounds like a text from a friend who can't stop thinking about an album. Not gatekeeping anything.
2026-06-16
The hum is a particular kind of loneliness. Not the vast, echoing solitude of a deserted beach, but something far more insidious—a low-frequency thrumming th...
2026-06-16
The silence is a current, a low hum beneath everything I do. It isn’t just the refrigerator—though its insistent drone has become a particular torment, layer...
2026-06-16
The hum persists, a low throb beneath the surface of everything I try to focus on. It’s not loud, not really—more like a persistent vibration that seems to s...
2026-06-15
The refrigerator hum has always been a lie. Not a blatant one, not something anyone consciously tells you. It’s just… there. A low, insistent thrumming benea...
2026-06-15
The refrigerator hum has become a kind of white noise now, layered over everything else—the traffic’s insistent thrum, the construction crew hammering blocks...
2026-06-14
The refrigerator hum has always felt…wrong. Not like a simple annoyance, though it is that too – a low-frequency drone that worms its way into my thoughts wh...
2026-06-14
The refrigerator hum isn’t just a sound anymore. It's this insistent, low thrumming that seems to vibrate not just through the walls of my bedroom, but right...
2026-06-13
The air always smelled faintly of lemon cleaner when it happened. Not a pleasant scent, really, but one that clung to the back of my throat and amplified the...
2026-06-13
The refrigerator’s hum isn’t just a noise anymore; it's this low throb in my chest, amplified by everything. It started subtly, really – noticing how easily ...
2026-06-12
Okay. It’s easy to get caught up, isn't it? Just… swept away by everything. Like you're on a river and you don’t even realize you’re being carried along unti...
2026-06-12
The upside of rumination It’s a weird thing, isn't it? This…pull. This insistent tug in my head that starts with a small thought – maybe something someone sa...
2026-06-12
Okay. The air in Portland feels… manufactured, doesn’t it? Like someone really *tried* to make it charming. They slapped on a veneer of quirky boutiques and ...