I was born with my ears on backwards. That is to say the conventional disposition of ears, in my case, was reversed. Namely, the left ear is on the right side of my head and the right ear has ended up correspondingly on the left. As a consequence my ears face backwards. Otherwise my head is quite symmetrical.
Due to the sonic vibrations of the shell-like audio conduits I hear backwards. Backwards hear I. No one ever sneaks up on me. I am good at overhearing conversations going on behind my back. Unfortunately I’m not so good at negotiating busy intersections where the noise in front of me, voices for instance, traffic, seems to come from everywhere at once.
They tell me there is a surgical procedure that will rectify this condition, but I don’t know. It’s the way I was born. I have tried walking backwards and there is some merit in that strategy, albeit to the detriment of my vision. A mirror helps. I’m not so much interested in what lies ahead. Only that I have to be careful. I’m more interested in the echo of where I was before.