Boosted by cstanhope@social.coop ("Your weary 'net denizen"):
MicroSFF@mastodon.art ("Micro SF/F by O. Westin") wrote:
It took her a long time to realise most people couldn't hear the soundtrack of their lives. Hers was always present; when she was with other people she could hear theirs too.
Sometimes they made a cacophony, sometimes harmony, when mixing with hers.
When it changed, she learned to trust it.