Sound and Space
I listen to people chatting waking on the sidewalks.
I listen to the couple arguing at the corner.
I listen to the siren that slowly disintegrates at a distance.
I listen to the howling of the forceful wind.
I listen to the window banging on the window sill.
Then, I know that I am in my room… in
I listen to the once annoying, now familiar, subtle ticking sounds generated by the pest repellent device that I had purchased out of my fear of the more annoying.
I listen to the humming of my little portable heater.
Then, I know that I am in my room… in
The world speaks to me. The world interacts with me even though I am still in my bed. If I listen carefully, it will also tell me what time it is, and perhaps much more.
Sound and Identity
In Species of Spaces and Other Pieces, Georges Perec poses the question “When, in a given bedroom, you change the position of the bed, can you say you are changing the rooms, or else what?” I do not think so.
What gives a room its characteristics is beyond its furnishings. Its identity encompasses much more than the visual cues. Therefore, I have decided to document my apartment in
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