You come to know the sounds of a building.
The gentle hum of working machines...
air and water whirring through pipes...
ticking clock.
When alone, your limbs and mind relax into these sounds.
Like a baby, settled in its mother's womb,
listening to the sounds of her body.
They are sounds of existence.
They do not instruct,
they do not call for movement,
they simply are.
A door bangs.
A phone rings.
You remember that you are born.
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