I like the sounds of machines. My 20″ box fan. The Air conditioner motor makes a nice b flat (almost). the freezer has its own chords it’s playing. They’re all slightly out of phase with each other and it’s glorious, to the backdrop of tree frogs screaming from my sub-topical lanai in the middle of the night 5 miles north of the Everglades in Florida.
On the table behind my computer, a cat just knocked over something waiting to be fed. it was a punctuation to the music. The cat, I now, must feed.