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The old man hears little during the day without his aids. At night in bed, he hears rivers flowing and winds blowing inside the head. Often, he would stay awake trying to follow and make sense of the strange white noise, as if from a non existent radio station. After examination, the doctor summarised. Two ruptured eardrums at 75 years of age cannot do any better with hearing than this. Can try to improve the aids by finer tuning or get a BTE version instead of CIC. The ears are beyond improvement. Almost as a consolation, he added a kind remark that even people with normal ears start losing it at 75 so he is not any worse off. He then asks about the strange sounds in his head at night and the doctor says : Oh, Tinnitus. T he brain creates this noise with everything going on in and around it and fills the inside of the head. With near or complete deafness the outside ambient sound at night is almost none so one hears the sound of this different sort of silence. Beethoven’s most persist...

Each day is born and unborn  Like life.  Hours and moments Things and tasks Intentions, aberrations Clockwork.  Each day You form and rise in me  Like bubbles.  No space vacant No dreams trapped How do you still form.. At which depth.. How do you rise.. Why do you burst.. And form again.  Like the ocean spray  Carrying a seed of dust At its heart, Like those that rise  From champagne flutes And change a taste, Like underwater storms  That implode within And sink the ships.  These bubbles of you Need to be watched Not done anything to. [Soap Bubbles : Thomas Couture] ........................................