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The fan in my room was taken from Granmumma’s house by Mom, she brought it to me because she loves me. I said I wouldn’t ever need it, but it’s practically always on either to cool the room, block out the hideous elctric whine of the surround sound system/lights, or mute the noise from my room or around the house

Granmumma’s old fan was a thing of legend-it would put your to sleep like great wonderful clouds of rumbling morphine. Like a kiss from beyond. When they got a new one installed it wasn’t the same, but I still like the way the pipes would shake as it came on.

The fan in my parents’ house dries out my father’s eyes at night, so he always turns it off, making every little movement you make in the dark seem ridiculously amplified. I always always always want to turn the fan on. Drown out the rest of the world a bit.