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another ode to sound and/or noise and/or music. the end of another week brings rain to my window. it patters. it spatters. and i can’t sleep.

meandering the geometry of music, i find myself running around in circles: perhaps silence is the ultimate aesthetic expression of sound.

run one:

run two:

run three:

run four:

my new home is not as cold as i had expected it to be. hours later i realise that i must have spoken too soon.