Listening Journal February 2025 - In to Nothing

I heard these sounds in February. Mausoleum acoustics, tuned air. A strained nothing sound. Air thin choral resonances. Leaning in between acoustic screens. I step through the curtain, drop my self consciousness and sing. I find harmony with AI, enjoying the secluded, private space to share my voice. I wonder if I’m singing with another human, unseen in the booth opposite me. I face a wall with my…