Earworms and Wet Insects

[p][/p][p]I've had this melody stuck in my head all day. An earworm of unknown origin. A sound playing on repeat, but only in my mind. And only when I'm at the Table. And so I've transcribed it - committed the melody to notation. This is new evidence. [/p][p][/p][p][/p][p]The sound feels both close and distant at the same time. It carries a sadness. A weight. Despite this, I know I must track it down.

Where. WHERE is it from. This is the information I need.[/p][p][/p][p]--[/p][p][/p][p]The world[/p][p][/p][p]is a broken machine.[/p][p][/p][p][/p][p][/p]