I feel like my “after hours” come after the after hours, after the people go home and the dinner is cleaned and it’s finally cool and dark outside. I love that it gets dark early now. I feel clunky with all of my thoughts, overheated and watched by imagined eyes all day and then the sun goes away and there’s this sound of people laughing in the night that pulls me like a siren’s song. I am finally alone and I can finally think and I find a good tree and mostly I think about you guys and I think about me and why I am and why we are. I spent a lot of time alone wishing for friends and it’s strange to have them here, it’s strange to integrate this new self, to slot these memories in next to all of the others. I haven’t quite figured it out yet. This sound is like my thoughts, the lull between echoey static and focus, words pinging around, catching my attention, distracting daydreams, silly little whispery gremlins.

 

 

For this audio I used recordings of me singing in the church at the Sant’Anna Monastery and the night birds from the olive grove there. It’s my first time experimenting with voice distortions and EQ automation, and I think I’m starting to really enjoy working with sound. It feels a little awkward to me and there’s a lot here I want to go back and polish but I hope you enjoy this weird siren song. *apologies for the icky reverb noises, church acoustics go hard

Script:

I was told to be cautious when making wishes, things never come the way you expect them to. All things in life exist in symmetry.Every mountain. Has a root.

It’s not that all things come at a cost, Its that all things come. With a shadow.

All things come with a shadow

Friendship

Womanhood

Dreams

Sometimes I don’t know how to hold it all, the insecurity, the unfairness, the disappearing into my own head.