There was a certain overwhelming feeling. A world where nothing was at its right place. Everything out of order. The same voice saying the same things in a different way, all at once. Tranquil chaos. The evanescent nature of speech and the permanence of recordings. I stood between the sound for a second. Between the time. It brought an overwhelming sense of peace to my chaotic system, my chaotic mind. All made in a room with a sense of vestige. 

Perhaps my work is a consequence of this.