If Nashville was at the center of the universe, do you think the Large
Hadron Collider would have predicted it, or would it turned an indifferent
shoulder to such a ridiculous claim? The question and the answer should be obvious,
as if one thing informed another and vice versa, stimulating the tensility of molecular
connection and opening (relatively) vast voids between the atomic parts. Λ°C and KROVI, Nashville-based
synthesizer producers, tease SETI with their collaborative intelligence,
knowing that nothing’s coming from the stars but through the fabric of
spacetime itself. Right here. As if Stranger
Things knew what would happen years before it did, and then it did, and it
sounded exactly like you would expect
something titled “Glass Bath” would sound. Sterilization, isolation,
intoxication, submission, immolation, ascension, stages of becoming, the
beginnings of evolution. Patterns not once repeated, voices ghostly at times,
horrific at others, fighting back against true absurdity. Unmoored numbers,
separated from their calculus like castaways on forgotten shores, lose their
purpose, their meaning fading as time recedes. Portals close, and they are
among us. Can we count these events as fortunate? As people and objects existing
in this time, how do they affect us, and can we continue to ignore or embrace
them at our current fractured pace? What memory remains within us is encoded
with malicious viruses – or are they cleansing agents? The voices are fractals,
pure digital encryption. Space, time, software, biology, all is compressed and
formatted for universal readout. Singularity. Is a split a split if it’s
collaborative? Let it flow, it’s seamless. Is there even a universe if nothing
is perceivable? Or is the tree falling in the forest simply Chaise, an unknowable commodity, freely
filling the space that’s not there with its sound? Is Nashville even Nashville
anymore?
Words end, imagination
takes over.
--Ryan Masteller
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