waves are washing ashore.
the roar attacks from right to left.
crickets are behind me.
2 pens scratching across 2 pads of paper.
i can hear our hair move.
sand swallowing the sea.
wet against wet.
After reading Acoustic Ecology and learning that sound can travel hundreds of miles underwater I thought, what if these soundwaves are crashing on the shore 50 feet in front of me?
What noises have traveled so far and reached their destination so that I have the pleasure of its embrace?
What part of the world am I hearing wash up before me?
I have traveled to every hemisphere on this planet, could I have missed something that I lost in man's sonic pollution?
What do these voices have to tell me and are they still the original voice from when they began?
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