Static buzz, high frequency whine. Roaring engine drones, skybuzzers and metal zoom pods.
Talking head hypno-voice. Scratching an imprint into my mind through my ears and skin. Childhood memories of the sick feeling the news anchor monotone leaves in my chest and stomach.
Video voice chitter buzz. Rather a hive of thousands, slave mouth open and pouring bees, than one eternal moment of “BuyHateKill” machine magic.
WHOSE VOICE IS THIS? WHO SPEAKS THROUGH THE BOX?
Drum, we call you back to sing. Thum thum thum, like a heartbeat, like the seasons, the rhythm of life unfolding.