has a sound. Tinnitus is the sound of my Meniere’s disease. Imagine the sound
of an ice pick. What might that be? Imagine it inserted into your ear all the
while emanating sound, in and out, in and out, in and out. It’s penetrating.
The sound is invisible, narrow, and thin. The sound pierces the length as it
pulses in & out and my mind and travels its pulsing wavelength in and out
& echoes back down into… the very front of my consciousness. And again, and again, and
again, and again, and again, and again…. An ice pick… what my tinnitus feels
like and looks like.