A music of sight, a song of light
Playing with converting audio into visual waveforms and repeating them on the page. Interesting how this “represents” music, and yet is so far distant from the experience of hearing music, of making music, of experiencing vibrations as sound, as pitch and shiver and emotion. The visual repetition, the contrast of light and dark, carries its own shimmers of reflected light through the cornea and into the nerves at the back of the eye. A music of sight, a song of light.
A dream:
I’m sitting in a plane. Jet bridge is not attached. There are stairs going down to the tarmac. Airline personnel are coming up and down the stairs. There is some sort of requirement that the captain has to use the stairs rather than use a jet bridge. But then I need to fly the plane, and one problem is there’s a little box of lava that can’t spill or it will eat through the fuselage. In the cockpit, there are actually very few controls. I can lean the plane left or right, but I can’t make it go forward.
What is this lava that might spill? I want to befriend the lava.
