Return, part 2: soundtrack where i was, where i remain http://www.alansondheim.org/return3.png image http://www.alansondheim.org/return.mp3 audio / earphones ( part 1: http://www.alansondheim.org/return1.png https://youtu.be/sXqTrKNKLdg VIDEO http://www.alansondheim.org/return2.png Ten minutes in length, please use earphones. Part 1 this is, the full event; Part 2, tomorrow, the sounds emergent. ) Where they distorted was my family distorted where they just have images. There have been deaths and death and more deaths. And I look and I find all of them receding from me. And then I find myself receding. just deaths and then more deaths. And the distortions grow in complexity and wisps until there's nothing left as they spread out and fill the universe what's in the selves and me It's not often you get to do something like this. I Revisited one of my old sites one that I have created and one that has created me. I went down corridorss I didn't know existed. I look through the sky through the ceiling. I adjusted the weather I stopped adjusting the weather. the weather adjusted me. Then in the sky. I know I'm on the land. when I try to move I found myself bound constantly by variables that were out of my control it's as if there were strings and someone was pulling them. I've never been sure what to make of this but I heard sounds, Behind the Walls sounds above the ceiling sounds below the floors. it's as if the entire universe were a resonant cavity that was expressing itself through unseen and uncanny residents that live there or lived Among Us. I'm not sure what happened next. they were always around. There are always things in the shadows. Sometimes there would be bursts of light. Sometimes the sounds would be overpowering. I walked endlessly in this realm. I went beneath the surface above the surface and to the left and right of it. the surface always seem to fold in upon itself. I could never tell what was happening, what had already happened, and what would happen. This is how it was. I knew some of the sounds were made by organisms that were contrary Wayward and untoward. I knew some of the other sounds were from a weather that I couldn't fathom, a weather that was always about to collapse and pain itself with Fury and distain. There were winds, there was water, there were Waters there was wind. That's all that happened I know that. I knew that then and I know it now. It's just something I wanted with something that wandered among. I can't say anything more about this. I wish I could, I wish I could tell someone but no one was there. That of all the things I've ever seen the greyness of this area that bleak grayness of this area and the insufferable sound always got to me. Always made me sick, psychotic, always made me feel I was going over the edge. There was no return from it, there was nothing to come back to, the shapes kept moving as if they were automated by an unseen hand. the sky was always with the same clouds moving at the same speeds. I knew there was lightning but I can't honestly say I ever saw. I knew there are meteors but I never saw them. I would say was all flat and gray. I would say that it was if the gray we're somehow furrowed in two lines. in two folds. or creases that didn't form a shape but just an idea in the mind. And that's where we were and I knew there was no waking, that this was in fact waking. It was the first time in my life, the first time in my life I felt alive and awake. Not dreaming not asleep. And it wasn't even know how I felt. It was nothing nothing at all but this grayness, this tawdry world, this tawdry collapsing world, this world of kick back and pay back. This world of corruption, this sufferable world. And now I'm escaping that, I'm moving elsewhere in this world, in the same world, I'm moving elsewhere. but I'm carrying a burden that I'll never be able to free myself of. the of. And that burden is not me or my mind or my desires. That burden is you it is a horizon of where you are and you are manifold And where they distorted was my family distorted where they just have images. There have been deaths and death and more deaths. And I look and I find all them receding from me. And then I find myself receding. just deaths and then more deaths. And the distortions grow in complexity and wisps until there's nothing left as they spread out and fill the universe what's in the selves and me http://www.alansondheim.org/return3.png image http://www.alansondheim.org/return.mp3 audio / earphones variorum, originals below t's not often you get to do something like this I Revisited one of my old sites one that I have created and one that have created me. 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