seeingsoundingsensing

Repeated Resonance in Void

As the hallways get emptier and life once inhabiting it fades, the echos of their existance permiates the space and blurs any and all voices until it becomes a cacophony of muffled essence

Your mind will try to make sense of it. It will attempt to fill in the gaps of the void.

Your eyes may trick you into seeing something youre not.

Maybe even not seeing something you are.

of their existance permiates the space and blurs any and all voices until it becomes a cacophony of muffled essence

until it becomes a cacophony of muffled essence

Aly Rana

Inspired by Alvin Lucier’s I am Sitting in a Room

Todays date is March 27th. As of now the pandemic that is COVOID-19 has reached the point where humanities plan of action is an obligatory self quarantine. Schools along with multiple businesses have closed. Students reaction to this is to pack up all of their belongings and head home to their families. The following is a single 30 second poem regarding the emptiness of the once lively halls of the dorms on campus. This poem will then be repeated in various empty buildings and subsequent recordings of them in repetition will show the resonant frequency and further morph the speech into a blur of hushed echos. Noises of the void.

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