I love voices.

I want to hear voices.

I want to intently listen to voices.

I want to bask in voices.

I want to memorize voices—their rhythms, their intonations, their quirks, their tweaks, in sickness and in health.

I want to be surrounded by voices.

I want to listen to babies and toddlers and kids and tweens and teens and 20-30-40-somethings and middle-aged folks and old folks and people on their deathbeds.

I want to bottle up a voice that’s going through puberty and listen to it when I’m feeling lonely.

I want to document smokers’ voices.

I want to trace the evolution of my favorite singers’ voices.

I want to be able to go back in time and hear what my parents sounded like at my age.

I want the high and the low, the strong and the soft.

I want the deepest voices to tell me the sweetest things, and I want sweetest voices to tell me the deepest things.

I want to be bathed in the reverberations of a voice that breaks my heart and melts my soul.

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