Labor Day. Tornado sirens rang for an hour here in southeastern Ohio. The sky dimmed, the temperature crashed, and leaves boiled in the trees. No tornado came, but thunder rumbled all evening, bringing to mind the full-bodied pleasure of bass. Why is the sound of thunder so soothing? Maybe it’s rooted in nostalgia, first childhood impressions of the mysterious and sublime. Or simply the sensation of being safe inside.
M83 – God of Thunder
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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 times into my memory. Before the world changed completely.
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