Ghosts in the Machines

Last night, while struggling to fall asleep, with a fan and an air conditioner thrumming, I thought I heard voices outside, or maybe instrumental music, or singing. Just barely.

Then, upon leaving the room, going to a non-AC portion of the house, I couldn't hear the voices, music, or singing.

Help me out here.

Was it a psychotic fugue (to use musical nomenclature)?

My imagination?

Or...

Or...was it one of those deals where the AC window unit somehow acts like a radio receiver, the way they used to say someone's braces or dental fillings could work like a radio?

People have really claimed that, and I guess it's true.

Just thought I'd ask.

One Direction Home

One direction home, or to work, or to anywhere. Yesterday, my power steering became powerless steering, challenging me to exert strength just to stay on the path. Don't you rednecks read too much into this, but left turns seemed harder. Mechanic flushed out the system; seemed fine. Then wasn't. Brought it back; was fine for the mechanic, of course. The mechanic, the Deus Ex Machina, said drive the car around, let the system flush itself, let the new blood, so to speak, work its way. So, is he saying, steer more? Is that the answer? The metaphors here are screaming at me. I need all kinds of steering, let me tell you. But if I let go of the wheel, where do I go? What do I hit?

I'm so confused. I need so much help.

Maybe I should be walking or taking the bus.

Let someone else do the steering.

I am a semicolon.