It starts to build. It just accumulates as the weeks go by. The sounds get to be too
much. Too invasive. Too abrasive. I don't want to hear them. But I'm a sound guy. The
audiophile. The guru. Failed musician turned podcast instructor. Recordings without music.
Music. The ultimate escape. But there are other ways.
Hello? Hey, I think I'm going to head to the desert for a day. Can you take care of the dogs?
Oh yeah, I can. Alright, cool. I appreciate it. I'll see you tomorrow.
Alright, see ya. Bye.
It rode away from the masses that seemed to ruin everything. The spiral stops out in the
open space. Staring into space. I need it to sound quiet. But then I need sounds. The chorus
of canine. The serenade of crows. The infectious laughter. The sound of the walk in the woods.
The wind in the ocean. Kicking a ball on the beach. The anticipation of the match starting.
The joy of a goal. The music that I want to hear. Then I'm back. I'm reset. And I go again.
This was an exercise in soundscaping and honesty. Music by punk rock drum machine and advanced
bass.
Been this way for almost all my life. Wasn't born here. Mom and me moved here when I was
5.