Ever gazed into the unblinking void of a television set while it whispers sweet nothings? Our minds are merely antipodes waiting for transmission. Here begins your journey through mundane vibrating frequencies.
Each listing silently awaits your judgment like an unfinished symphony played through rusty amps.
As we navigate the endless auditory labyrinth, consider capturing each crackling fragment in a jar. Is the jar the sound, or is the sound what fills our voids?
For more noise and nonsense: Welcome to the Sound Dome