When the time is quiet, the little voices fly through the air. All the other noise of the day does not block them out. They scurry around your head. Sometimes there are voices and sometimes there is music.
Do you hear them?
They are like a television show next door. You can’t hear all the words. They are just brief glimpses of something going on that you cannot understand.
There they are again.
Perhaps these are the cell phone conversations flying through the air? Or maybe the cable networks lose some of their transmissions along the way? Could the other appliances like the refrigerator be picking these up?
You hear them too, don’t you?
These just could be the mind recouping the conversations of the day trying to organize dreams.
You hear them?
Are these the same voices Syd Barret heard? Are these the voices that haunt Charles Mansion?
Am I the only one who hears them?
Or maybe my mind has been taken over by aliens and I’m receiving secret coded satellite signals.