After a lovely day of tending the chickens and gardens, hanging out in M. and J's earthship for the afternoon watching dance performances on the Holo, we decided to walk to one of the local Listening Clubs.
This particular club is one of the oldest. It was formed in 0-20 after what is now known as the Mutation. People of today are apparently far less addicted to the viz sense and far more content to immerse themselves in sound and smell. Luckily there were still a couple of cushions available on the floor so we laid down and fell into memory laden atmosphere of the room. Since the Mutation we've found that we've been able to experience others' memories as they are triggered by pure sine wave music and subtle odors that waft through the room prompted by brain wave activity. Since we are all creating the music together with our varying levels of conscious activity it sounds like what "spectators" used to experience at the symphony. (These symphonies are still held in The Canals - but they seem uninteresting to me - I much prefer to participate!) Tonight was especially rich as there were some old folks there from back before the Crash, before the Rising. Their memories create this incredible dissonance in the music... such tension! I personally love this... many people get up and leave when they see old folks come in. Such a cascade of Perspectival memory; it is like being in a dream - only rigid and tense, as if we were still in the Clocktime. Coming home I feel such freedom, such lightness of being; what must it have been like to have felt like "I don't have enough time"! What a bizarre turn of phrase!
What a lovely day. Time to shut the solatubes and sleep.
