Sound

If I could see myself, what would I say? All I can perceive is the tonal architecture, watching as waves of sound reverberate across a bank landscape. Reality shifts with every shout; every whisper brings down mountains, flattening them to little more than bumps. And so, I watch my world in constant motion, watching as each little step creates it again, looking on as other’s do the same.

They move like dead spaces; little beats are the only thing indicating their presence amongst peaks and valleys of continuous motion. They seem mainly to avoid me, skirting past my field of vision. Their own influence on the architecture is random, unplanned and wild, and I wonder what they can see, beyond the plain lines of sound? Do they see only a single line, stretching on, infinite?

I try to touch them, but they pull away and I feel some force knock me to the ground. The tones spasm up into the air around me, the sounds making them crazy. I roll myself into a ball and feel as I sink into the curve. I feel safe in here, far beneath these towering mounds of sound.