novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- amplified courtyard when i walked through the hallway on my way to lunch, i noticed a woman's voice tickling the doors. once through the doorway her voice boomed onto the courtyard, amplified in some other corner. a lunchtime performance. soul. last week they had opera. as i am walking and digging in my giant corduroy bag, my movements are narrated by this woman's voice. a capella. i begin to feel the back of my neck stand up, and i realise that while i've always wanted a soundtrack to my life, i would rather have the control to pick the music that follows me. this is too eery and defines the minutes in such a different way than i would have imagined. 1:16 pm - 10.17.03 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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