First Avenue at noon

Another day of sirens punctuated by the daily seven o’clock cheer. For a moment each evening, the sound of emergency is overlaid with determined joy. Our faces holler out of windows, some of us banging on pots and pans. A voice above me is remarkably talented at ululating, and I try to imagine the face it belongs to. Sirens and cheers, these are the sounds that shape our days. And silence. The hush on the streets has the airless texture that briefly follows a storm, the muted acoustics of a vacant shopping mall. When this city finally revs back to life, it will be wonderful but also overstimulating after so much sense deprivation.

Fluxion – Subliminal Tone

From Vibrant Forms II | Chain Reaction, 2000 | More

A smudged rendition of that classic Chain Reaction sound that echoes and spins.

Each night in 2020, I wrote a short post for a series called Notes From the End of a World because I wanted to etch these days into my memory. Before the world changed completely.
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