bedroom noises

My bed is snagged on a sliver of solidity in a world that’s a raging, roaring hurricane. It howls, it beats, it drums. i can easier suffocate myself with my pillow than keep its sound out. I put on headphones, i stop the door, but the crazed threnody waits for the gaps in the song. The gale scratches at the crooning voice inside the music, impatient to get at my brain again. it doesn’t stop, it can’t, it has the pressure of the whole universe (76 of them?) coming through a small fissure in the world, directly attacking my sleepless rest.

There’s a weird aerodynamic condition in which air increases in velocity and therefore sound, when it passes through small orifices. Bernoulli?... anyway, my bedroom has no windows and 2 skylights with a total of 8 narrow vents. flatmate climbed up to loft and sealed 7 of these. So on a normal night my bedroom sounds like a pleasantly breezy perch. However London is now prone to gale force winds so last night was something out of where eagles dare. Don’t they say too much sound can drive you mad?