Plague America Journey http://www.alansondheim.org/Omahaorgan.jpg http://www.alansondheim.org/Omahaorgan.mp4 We're on a journey through America. We'll avoid crowds, stay on the highways. We stop at forlorn clean motels. We're ghosting ourselves. Plague America isn't really plague, isn't really coronavirus; plague America is the fear, the hatreds, the horizon of violence and despair, the lies and brutality of our government. There are always bright spots and wonders and the land will survive. I'm busy calculating our chances. The landscape spreads out here in amazing beauty. It reminds me of the obdurate nature of reality, however defined, that the earth and sky are _there._ And not _there_ for the taking, not even _there_ for bearing witness. The Missouri flows. Sound is everywhere here and everywhere, where you are, anechoic chambers notwithstanding. Your heart is noisy, your veins and arteries slosh in rhythms, your brain pulses with electrical energy. The sky is full of electric shrapnel resonating everywhere. The clouds have their own languaging, mixed with the murmuring of dust and shear velocities of winds and precipitations. This continues for millennia. Dinosaurs heard it. The organ here is a carapace, discharged from a church, now sitting in a shop waiting for a buyer for a hundred dollars. It's electri- cal and breathes. I felt privileged to play it for a minute or two. There were sounds everywhere in the shop, resonate with its basement location. The vacuum motor itself was silent. Everything rustles. This is only a stopover; I feel we're still hurtling westward, ending somewhere in the States which are shutting down, one after another. We're living traceroutes, routing where we can, as if riding the antiquated bangpaths of packets still traveling furiously and exponentially around the world. Somehow it all feels downhill from here. Not plague, but plunge America journey. I wonder at strangers upon us, their own journeys, their own abilities to carry virality elsewhere. It all seems placid on the road, however, the car running perfectly. Tomorrow, Denver hopefully with grace. The silence of the sound is deafening. _______________________________________________ NetBehaviour mailing list [email protected] https://lists.netbehaviour.org/mailman/listinfo/netbehaviour
