Tune of Mental Death Story: of the Refrigerator

The humming sound of the refrigerator just won’t stop! Mmm. Mmm. Mmm. Constant, continuous, monotonous, and absolutely mind-killing. Mmm. As cold as the items inside, it accompanies his life. Mmm. It makes him miss a state of being, a situation; where industry was something useless and unnecessary. Mmm. Where apartments were fine without technology and metallic, cold items that made a nerve-wrecking tune of mental death. Mmm. It felt like each brain-cell was painfully screaming and about to explode. Mmm.

Sometimes, he would forget it was there, but then he would unforget on more time and it would start playing with his head again. Mmm. And each time he would focus and hear it, he would flinch and wince, wishing it would go away. Mmm. Mmm. Mmm. Argh! Hell on earth! The unheavenly sound of hell!

Then, the enlightment! Mmm. Pull the plug. Mmm. Pull the plug. Mmm. Pull the plug - it hailed from above. Mmm. His face lit up – mmm – his senses rose high above his kitchen – mmm – his feet lifted his body up from the ground – mmm – his legs started running like never before – mmm – his hands reached out – mmm – his eyes widened – mmm – he pulled the plug – mmmm-zt.

And suddenly, life was fine and the world started singing cozy tunes of warmth and comfort.