to call it white noise is almost profanity, so there's a caveat, but... it is like white noise in that there are no notes per sé, there is rhythm but no defined metre, the longer and more you listen, the broader your awareness of the little echoes and intricacies of the sound, the sets in sevens, mystical, the ancestors within us killed and jarred by modern hegemony of everything, are regulated and grounded as we are reminded that chaos is the ultimate order, all our senses rebooted, enhanced, given true point of reference by which to relearn we are as the sea, beings vast still depths and breaking eternally upon the edges of that seemingly implacable obstacle, sudden and instant gratification myths dwarfed by the reality that it took a hundred waves to make one grain of sand, is the sea the depth, the violence, the surface, the wave, the spray, the pool or or or, or is it all of these things and yet none of them, just as we are not a single state of emotion or awareness, but all of them yet none of them... and i haven't even mentioned the moon...
Love this 💙 Waves could be heard in my home year round for a time. To sit in sand, feel the spray, hear all the nuances of the waves, would mean a walk of twenty steps from my door. My idea of instant gratification.
Nice. Fire and water and my favorite sound.
to call it white noise is almost profanity, so there's a caveat, but... it is like white noise in that there are no notes per sé, there is rhythm but no defined metre, the longer and more you listen, the broader your awareness of the little echoes and intricacies of the sound, the sets in sevens, mystical, the ancestors within us killed and jarred by modern hegemony of everything, are regulated and grounded as we are reminded that chaos is the ultimate order, all our senses rebooted, enhanced, given true point of reference by which to relearn we are as the sea, beings vast still depths and breaking eternally upon the edges of that seemingly implacable obstacle, sudden and instant gratification myths dwarfed by the reality that it took a hundred waves to make one grain of sand, is the sea the depth, the violence, the surface, the wave, the spray, the pool or or or, or is it all of these things and yet none of them, just as we are not a single state of emotion or awareness, but all of them yet none of them... and i haven't even mentioned the moon...
Love this 💙 Waves could be heard in my home year round for a time. To sit in sand, feel the spray, hear all the nuances of the waves, would mean a walk of twenty steps from my door. My idea of instant gratification.
Love the lens crack meteor
i love a consciousness that embraces the flaws for the fertile ground from which imagination sprouts seeds that they are...