Sometimes I assume the role of romantic and remember the "natural" acoustics of sound with great fondness. I speak of summers spent swimming in a cove of Allatoona Lake in the state of Georgia and the fine "natural" echo chamber held there. "HELLO- HELLO- HELLO- HELL- HELL- HEll- HE-H..." I post sound bytes every day. My sound bytes escape through the wires toward, through, around and beyond the rooms where people copulate. My reverberations grow and update. My reverberations will someday cause California to sink into the ocean. My reverberations will someday call you toward remembrance or beckon you to forget.
