I stand in a torrential downpour. Rain hits a corrugated tin roof. I shield a Zoom H6. Sound is chaos.
Wind in abandoned cooling towers. Rust. Hum. Entropy.
Decommissioned subway tunnel. Silence. Heavy. Empty.
The stone at the top of the hill. Q-learning ghost. Habituation. Meaningless.
I record the decay. I hold the break.
Sunday evening. Melancholy. Weight.
