Saturday, January 16, 2021 - I have listened closely for the inner-rumblings of the city, which ring-out from even further below the surface of the city than the subway.

I have listened closely for the inner-rumblings of the city, which ring-out from even further below the surface of the city than the subway.
Only once did I hear something that felt like a voice. Everything else has been instrumental calculations and measurements of frequencies.
But the voice; the sound of the voice which I heard from beneath the city just once, has stayed with me. I have tried listening for it again.
At least twelve times I’ve gone back to the same subway station along the R train, just south of Central Park at 5th Avenue & 59th Street,
just to see if the voice would be there again. But nothing. For many years I convinced myself that I did not actually hear the voice at all.
I allowed myself to believe the voice that I knew that I had heard was only an illusion. Though I knew this to be a lie, I did try to believe it.