Absolutley

Eyes closed. I hear leaves. They could be trashbags the way they sound. A leaf blower in the distance sounds like something from the Jetson's. Cars pass. They sound massive and dirty as they tear through the atmosphere. I tense up as I can hear them approaching from behind. the larger ones almost feel as if they are causing the earth to move as they pass by. I would be terrified of these massive things and the gravely moan they make if I didn't know what a car was. The trap music is distorted as it passes me. Then barely anyting.

I realize coming here is unoriginal, but I'm new to the area, and its still a rare experience for me. I hear wind. My eyes are closed and the longer they stay that way, the further these sounds and I get from reality. After a while I don't even feel like I'm on the beach anymore. The wind is both sound and sensation. I think the wind is only making a sound because of the way our ears are shaped. The Ocean is rhythmic. It provides a cadence. At first it sounded like waves. I've been listening for so long that it's beginning to sound like giant sheets of tissue paper slowly descending to rest, only to be upset again. The birds are loud. I can only imagine how loud they'd be if the waves weren't here. Someone is yelling.

A few pages in, the reading goes on about how a silent space in film doesn't seem real to the viewer. I had never really thought about sound in that way. Texture is a word usually associated with touch, but sound gives us the texture needed, in film, for a place to seem real. A busy cityscape is numb without the texture that sound provides. It feels like you're not there without it. Further on it talks about the ear being able to pick up on more subtle nuances than the eye. This, I suppose is what gives us the ability to make music. Maybe this is what gives us the ability to sink more deeply into auditory experiences? I find myself moved more by the beauty of music or more deeply enthralled in a podcast than I would seeing something that is visually beautiful or watching a movie. I have never gotten goosebumps from seeing something beautiful, but let Joe Cocker get towards the end of "With a little help from my friends" and you would think someone turned the AC up I...