When I arrived to the basement, I couldn’t see anything. A dense cloud of foam covered all. I covered my noise with my hand and walked carefully towards the location of the laundry machine. As I advanced my steps I realized the magnitude of the explosion I heard minutes before. The floor was broken with pipes emerging through the cracks. Pieces of clothing were stamped on the walls. I avoided touching anything, except a wooden spoon. Using it, I cleaned a pathway and got closer. Humming, sweating foam through its edges, the machine moved vigorously. Through its window, I spotted an octopus whirling around.
A Humming/Whirling Noise
