interference

 There is rain outside now, it is raining, water is dripping from the window ledges and dripping onto the window ledges below. The light outside is grey and flat. Read about fourteen dead in Texas, dead because a teenager was allowed to obtain and use murderous weapons without let or hindrance, no questions asked as to his sanity. That is all only conjecture now, they shot him. Nobody will ever really know why now. 

Read about the death in Ukraine, a situation that will not be over for generations to come. There are so many claims on the past, so much conjecture over what might have happened had something else not taken place. The Russian justification for their actions seem based on decisions made over a century ago, they are demanding compensation for losses incurred then. There seems to be no statute of limitations on belief. 

The sons radio is burbling away in his room. It was started automatically earlier on, and there is just an indistinct chatter from the analogue circuitry barely able to receive the indistinct signals. He prefers this to the crystal clear sound, the sound free of white background noise, that is supplied by modern digital devices. Clarity is a matter of perception, and there is a message to be heard in the disturbances that is lost when those disturbances cease to exist any more.