a faintly aggressive working through each of the 12 available samples, a self-conscious attempt to make 12 different sounds that go some way to confusing the vocal and the machinic, i guess.
This sort of obliterative fuss is something i’m kind of inclined to tbh; an affection for strange buzzes, non-verbal mouth sounds, the textures of * tape * and the strange alien textures that can be extruded from * normal * speech…
I’d like to side eye the idea of * this one-time artistic, non-commercial purpose *; the non-commercial’s no biggie, but the one-time seems to suggest that we’re not able to make our contributions available for derivative works in future [have i got that right, Marc?]. I’ve always understood this to be a pretty fundamental aspect of how the Junto works as an ecology, & it’s certainly a not insignificant part of its attraction to me…
& hey, whilst i’m fussing, though i get the point being made in fragment 10, the leap from a metaphor of drowning to the analogy of the imperceptibility of our environment/air seems… clumsy, right? I mean, i know i can’t articulate a coherent point, without wild and confusing lurches in tone & punctuation, but still, seems to me, if you want to make the information sea point, it’d be best to either stick with water as your base metaphor or opt for something like, uh, carbon monoxide, maybe? Like, i figure - though thankfully have no direct experience so this is pure conjecture - that when you’re drowning your environment is pretty damn perceptible, y’know?