Underworld; 22.10.2017

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Monday 23rd July

SOUND CRASHING:

Every sound is a carrier wave overloaded with information.
Respite found at sunrise where even bird song is quieted as we marvel
at the sight, soak up the light -pink, yellow, deep, rich colours shower us
with harmonies.
Last night, in a room for the lost & found I watched him flinching with
the speed of head, assaulted by invisible sounds & shapes. Did anyone
else notice how fast he left, sitting out in the carpark clutching
telephone for comfort? Did anyone see the spark fly from him, cascade
from the friction within himself? I invited him into the light today
& let him bath in harmonies, watching him calm down until
he looked straight back at me & smiled. Today I’m riding trains –
reading Pip Wilson’s book.

(K)

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