music

People say that music transcends time.

For me, the beauty of music is the notion that it only exists within time’s constraints. 

You can’t display music in a moment and have people judge it. You can’t touch the part you like. You have to sit, and just… absorb, for a while, and then recollect all the moments you just ingrained into memory, somehow project them onto a type of landscape, and then form an opinion based on no visual evidence. And to make it? How do we naturally keep time? How is that a thing we can do? You can’t even describe how to do it. It’s a human privilege to be able to enjoy something that isn’t just an event, but an aura.

I think of a soundscape as a body of fluid. It has a density and a volatility, and a clarity. And when you’re in it… that’s a different world. It becomes your environment. Your body reacts to this less familiar set of physics. If the fluid is light, not very viscous, and clear, you can breathe it in; it can relax you or you may not even notice it. But if your atmosphere becomes noticeable it affects your movement, your current concerns, your comfort. 

It may literally be how your body interprets waves of specific frequencies that makes you feel one way or another; it may just be delicate chemical or energetic reactions. Whatever the scientific explanation though, the metaphysical experience is universal when the right chord is struck.

It’s one of those obscure ways we can keep tabs on that effervescent 4th dimension.