A cylindrical room. A chair in the center. A hurricane surounds you. This is my office. (please excuse flash)
∞Routes & Paths : Sounds & Feelings
An addendum, re: many months ago, on the disappearance of music and related effects of humidity, pressure, temperature. Current experience is constituted within, and navigates through, a landscape constructed primarily of previous paths. The geometry of memory: identity formed by routes through these landscapes. There are signs and structures, waypoints, landmarks, elevation changes, the position of the sun; superficially shifting destinations, sometimes genuinely differing ends. The mathematics of traversing such routes is combinatorial, averaging. Peaks and valleys form a matrix of distributions, selecting for identity traits. Occasionally one finds oneself running into one of these peaks, a mountain on what one believed to be the relatively level plain of their identity, their experience. Sometimes they remember the route which originally led them there: 94, 394, 12, Shoreline… They believe that this path can grant them access to the formulas which alter landscape; which fill valleys and crumble mountains, and that the path itself is the locus for the restoration of music.
I have no idea.








