Monday, February 06, 2006
Noise in a Crowd
Ever been in a crowded place when you were alone and shut your eyes and just listened? Noise rising in and out of focus, multiple streams of sound crescendo and then descend, blackholes leaking pitches, chatter, mindlessness, overlapping incomprehensible vibrations, communication. The world is external, I am internal. I am an observer. Sound surrounds me, but meaning doesn't penetrate. Whirls and twirls, if this sound is a color it is dark mush. I am alone in a crowd, whispers, touches, shouts, compounding syllables, relational vibrations, pockets of silence. I hear lies, distortions. We use vibrations to hide that what you can see if you look close enough. I know why this is like listening to a flock of birds. The Heard? I am part of the heard, the runt, the wolves are coming, I am alone in a crowd and a little drunk.