As I have not done anything on this blog for some time I have decided on a small shift in its emphasis. Maybe it will encompass more that is not sound related (because writing about sound and music still proves mysterious to me).
I thought I would post some opening sections of aborted writing projects. Looking through old notes, I came across this undated, very short, enigmatic text:
Space isn’t what we think. Space is what we live in. All space is now or will be connected. From the mine-shaft outward to the places we have never been. Somewhere between these is where we live. The room, the street, the car, the city; all a single space flowing continuously….no wonder we are lost. Or is that just me?
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