the faint hum

The sound of the machines that never goes away, the last thing I hear at night and the gentle breath that greets me when I wake up before anyone else. Like the sigh of the wind through ancient tree-bound mountains, with flashing leds and un-set clocks.

Brendan Peveril, freelance writer of fiction, non-fiction and comics.

19th Jan 2012 | 1 note

docvalentine:

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oops this is huge

That’s what she said.

This image has significance for me, personally.

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