The cracks and creaks of the plastic cover under my rolling chair – With every step or roll of the chair, the plastic cover seems to have something to say: “Don’t roll over me” or “Watch where you’re going”. The cracks are sharp in nature and impossible to ignore, almost as if the cover is telling me not to roll around or step on it.

The drip of the heating system inside the walls of my apartment – A very consistently timed drip and drop of the heating system inside my walls. With a second or two in between each drop, it is quite relaxing to have in the background despite my anxiety of not being able to see it. “Is that the heat?”, “Is something else leaking?”, “Is my apartment going to blow up?”

The grumble of my refrigerator – To me, this is the personification of an old man complaining about his back. The low-pitched rumble that occurs every once in a while carries some sort of dissatisfaction with it. The rumble is not single-toned but has a little bit of oscillation to it.

Mourning Dove – Although not a new sound, it is one that I have not consciously perceived since I was a child. A deep and hollow call by the mourning dove brings me back to childhood, a period of innocence and true happiness, where the world was still brightly colored and I had little to no worries. The call seems to come from the chest which carries a lot of emotion, and its deep timbre is nostalgic, at least for me.