“just as places are sensed, senses are placed” —maurice merleau-ponty

 

What will I hear, traveling… –interstellar?

What will I hear having traveled into a dome– inside a biosphere– on the Moon or on Mars’ surface? Voices, whispered and reflected on the curvatures of that transparent hard-surface dome, lacking depth of sound variations; …as a far, waving cry of that of a “whisper wall” in Beijing or Boston, set amidst the sounds of an urban life?

What will I aurally pick up and recompose, while rushing through space, in a high-tech tube, looking out onto a darkness filled with specs of light? Humming? Rattling? Churning? A beeping of a quantum pocket computer?

There, in my imagination, with these mechanical sounds I could then collage a memory of childhood and home: my mother and father working in the garden, cutting wood, polishing surfaces to be re-varnished, setting a table, washing up, cutting the lawn, trimming the bushes. The smell of grass and of honey after a trim, after the rain; associated with some sound. (But… what of children, or simply self-centered, a new self, born, there, beside me?)

Differences, minute, yet important, in stimulating the emotional re-localization of self, teleported & time-traveled through space and time; while psychologically and imaginary being in-between worlds and in-between folds of time and its spaces. (But… what of those who know no other; …they who were pinged into existence then and there?)

What if Michael Southworth’s, Raymond Murray Schafer‘s, Pierre Henri Marie Schaeffer’s and a number of composers, collectors, observers and scholars in the study of soundbites,  musique concrète and soundscapes would be collected and applied in growing a database of soundbites unique to individuals, communities, a city, a particular spot or to the entire humming of the Earth? (But… what of a soundscape crunched from the mathematical silence of an empty memory bank and a whirling fan?)

What if this would form the input to neural networks, an AI, also tuned into the sensory data coming from my being, and my becoming in space at that time and within that transitional and transient state of emotional change? Do or did these fellow humans, some mentioned here above, think beyond their here and now, into spaces lacking in sound wave propagation? (But… what of its own numerical sound: its sonic solid dream-state iterations, recursions and convolutions?)

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I jump through time.

A few years back I aided in a project by a Belgian composer-mathematician, and founder of Tamuraj Office and his EmoSynth, doing something similar. He and his team were creating a real-time artwork of sound and visuals based or opposed to the bio-sensory data collected in real-time from a participant. It did not use AI then, or so I remember. It was not geared to enter into this bigger space, yet. It did plant a seed, in my imagination.

Even earlier, as a tween, linking with associated sounds, though associated in reverse: I remember playing vinyl records of a composer who transcoded planetary data into sound and soundscapes. Sounds unheard made perceivable of and by the universe itself. I can’t remember the composer’s name… sounds and names lost yet, still “unsoundingly” vibrating in my memory as a silenced echo.

Not too long ago I heard the bouncing of two Black Holes: plops or drops; exciting. The universe speaks, I want it to space me a design of sound.

I rush through space.

I, just now, closed my eyes and heard the mechanics of machines –a saw? a polisher? a sander?

…a drill? a hammer? A tool as space and time. Can you hear a voice reading?

These were presented to me while the sun was painting the insides of my eyelids with reds, oranges, yellows and whites. I also heard the chirping of crickets or both crickets and machinery mixed together, with the almost randomly-placed honking of a car horn in the artificially-spaced far distance. It then was giving way to a sea of silence and a repetitive short tweeting of a bird passing.

This mix transported me into the what-if space of human interstellar travel and colonization. It placed me into artificial space; as space as a hypothetical scenario. I took some time there.

There in this amalgamation of spaces, times of memory, it was creating a sonic sense of belonging. These remind me of a childhood home, of my mother, my father and yet these are sounds I factually observed in the middle of Beijing, P.R. China at about 8 in the morning from my office window: open, sending, receiving, displacing, recomposing, denouement, home. Factual space and time and associations and emotions are fluid, detachable, re-composable, re-combinable modules.

Some questions of challenge and doubt, leading to potentials of rejuvenating innovations might bubble up: Listen, is this the artificial intelligent world of my fellow humans engulfing the tweets (…of a bird)? How will we make inter-stellar space, a place filled with a sense of belonging? A space as a question of being and not-being; of potentially becoming: that is the quantum logic.  It is violent yet absent; it is vast yet potential; if we can’t do it here and now for others around us, how can we do it then and there? This is not a defeat, it is an excitement to trial and error through unsound and sound thought.