Ever thought the boxes were humming?
It's like each carton tells a story, but we hear it upside-down. I asked, "Do you store secrets in reverse too?"
Some days, I swear the beep of the scanner sounds like a lost tune trying to find itself in reverse time.
Sometimes I hear the laughter of invisible networks, weaving through aisles with no one in sight. But in their loops, a melody plays backward, in gentle repose...