[NetBehaviour] Return, part 2: soundtrack where i was, where i remain

[Alan Sondheim]

Return, part 2: soundtrack where i was, where i remain

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http://www.alansondheim.org/return.mp3 audio / earphones

( part 1:
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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. I went down Carter's I didn't know exist I look
through the sky through the ceiling I adjusted the weather I
stopped adjusting the weather the weather it just stood me. Then
in the sky I know I'm 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 an uncanny residents that live
there or lived Among Us. I'm not sure what happened next they
were always grounds. There are always things in the shadows.
Sometimes there would be bursts of light. Sometimes the sounds
of 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 in
and pain itself with Fury and distain. There were winds there
was water there were Waters there was wind. That's about all
that happened I know that. I knew that then and I know it now.
It's just something I wanted with something I 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 bleed greatness 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 Farrow Road 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.
if not often you get to do something like this I read visited
one of my old sites one that I have created and one that have
created me. I went down Carter's I didn't know exist I looked
through the sky to the ceiling I adjusted the weather I stopped
adjusting the weather the weather adjusted me. Then in the sky
and 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 ceilings towns below the floors it's is this
the entire universe for a resident cavity that was expressing
itself to unseen and uncanny residents that live there or lived
among us. I'm not sure what happened next they were always
grounds. They're always things in the shadows. Sometimes there
would be births of light. Sometimes the sounds of the over
powering. I walked and Leslie in this when I went beneath the
surface above the surface and to the left and right of it the
surface always seem to fold in a pond 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 under ward. I knew
some of the other sounds were from a weather that I couldn't
fathom a weather that was always about to collapse in and pawn
itself with fury understand. There were wins there was water
there were waters there was wind. That's about all that happened
I know that. I knew that then and I know it now. It's just
something I wondered with something I wanted a month. 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 rain is of this area the bleak grain is of this area
and the inseparable 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 it was nothing to come back to the shaves
kept moving as if they were automated buying unseen and 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 it.
I knew there a meteors but I never saw them. I would say was all
flat and gray. I would say that it was it's the grey where
somehow for old into limes into 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 in sleep. And it
wasn't even know how I felt. It was nothing nothing at all but
this greatness is Todd Wii world this todrick collapsing world
this world of kick back and pay backs. This world of corruption
this inseparable 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 read myself
up. 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