the wind is blowing through my hair.. low rumblings and high hisses of moving molecules..
musical drones in my mind’s ear like drones flying around me, still bound by the atmosphere’s physics.. the fade-in, fade-out, the zooming of the metaphorical drones mimics the low hum of the car, travelling on the asphalt and stones below me..
the bricklayer’s work amplifying the labour of the engine, churning through carbons and ethanol and sending it into the atmosphere.. adding to the multi-dimensional experience that my ears picked up on mere moments ago.. the same atmosphere that enabled my listening in the first place..
the plane going over, the noise of the neighbourhood.. it sounds like music to my ear’s mind..
as i think further.. i’ve got a connection to make.
