John the Resonator
Who’s that writing? The healing germ, its action at a distance. Isn’t that how he smuggled himself in? Stowed away in the noise-coffin, with the plague-rats. In the rustling dark where he listened to the jackhammer din of god reading his mind. Who’s that writing? He went misophonic. Built a lead-lined cell to keep the organ-grinding out. Something is always happening that makes a sound. He wrote the book of the seventh seal.