One day I happened to be riding in an elevator with about four other people. All of a sudden, I started hearing Native American singing complete with pounding drums. It wasn’t particularly loud, but certainly audible. I looked around me and no one looked back at me, all remained stone faced. As the singing continued, I started to question my own sanity. I was clearly awake so why was I hearing it and no one else? Despite the rather lengthy ride, all of those forward facing corporate soldiers remained stone faced and never had even the hint of sweat upon their brows despite the exotic noise that only I seemed to be hearing.
(Later on I remembered that I had a tape recorder in my purse and that I had indeed recorded a song at a festival about a month ago. I looked in my purse and sure enough my sanity was once again assured. Well temporarily at least.)
All sorts of questions began swirling through my mind. Clearly the others must have heard what I was hearing so why no curiosity? After all it isn’t a common everyday sound. Did they all think they were as mad as I? If so weren’t they a little concerned about that? Or have years upon years cramped into a soul deadening box day after day turned them into zombies? Dead to the world in all but appearance.
Sadly this small innocuous incident is yet another confirmation that when faced with an abnormal alteration in everyday perceptions, whether inconsequential like this was or life threatening such as the rise of fascism, the chances of even a single person speaking up are negligible.