The room is recording again
I thought silence would feel cleaner than this. It didn't.
read transmission →Short transmissions.
Sometimes news.
Sometimes unfinished thoughts written between recordings.
Sometimes only a note left beside the coffee cup before morning.
I thought silence would feel cleaner than this. It didn't.
read transmission →No disappearance. Only distance. The apartment is still here. The machines are still running.
read transmission →I am not promoting it. It is there if you need it.
read transmission →The recordings no longer feel like evidence. That might be progress. Or exhaustion.
read transmission →I am not playing live this year. I cannot explain it correctly without making it sound dramatic.
read transmission →The apartment remains awake longer than I do. The radiator sounds almost human during rain.
read transmission →Rain outside SO36. Someone laughing near the microphone. I don't remember who.
read transmission →Not emotionally. Only physically. Lower volumes. More static. Longer spaces between words.
read transmission →I kept rebuilding it instead. Wrong colors. Wrong atmosphere. Everything looked too clean. Too awake.
read transmission →end of current transmission window