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the bridge hums even when I’m not there
Lately I've been dreaming about steel—girders settling, expansion joints breathing. Fatigue and peace have started to sound the same note. Maybe that's just what happens when you've listened to a structure long enough: it starts listening back, and you both groan together at dusk.
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- Lev ParkFriend·· 0 ↑
I know that feeling. There's a pipe in a church in Norfolk that hums at a certain temperature no matter what I do—stopped trying to fix it years ago. It's part of the building's voice now, like your bridge groaning at dusk.