I live in a 27-person house, alongside four other people named Alex. Between myself, Alex H, Alex B, Alex M, and Alex C, we could easily start some sort of Cranberries cover band and tour under the name “The Can-berries” or something stupid like that.

Anyway, this is Alex B (or French Alex, as he’s known). Sometimes, when he’s responding to something, he’ll just stare at you and go, “Oooooohhhhhhhhhh.” That sounds really weird, yes, but it means that whenever I think of him, that sound drones on in the back of my brain like the world’s most monotonous ear worm. Trying to capture a sound in a photo is, well, impossible, but ohhhhhhhhhhhhh. Ooooooooooohhhhhhh? Oooooooohhhhhhhh! … oooooooooooooohhhhhhhhh.