Contributor Lauren Baker reads a postcard from Florence. Recorded on a hike in the Sierra Nevada.
You are what you do but sometimes that line moves, then blurs.
“I think about how far away from here I’ll be tomorrow. But tomorrow is only a horizon. It’s the line wavering under my feet — just a trick I’ve played on my eyes to convince me there’s a destination in sight. This must be time travel.” - Em Jiang
Roots Connective - Yclept Insan
Field Recording of a song by Well (interviewee)
"In January I left my home for 6 months of wandering and, of course, one of the main things I explored were the infinite shades of night in each new place. What I noticed more than ever is that every night is a finger print – each is unique, with no one the same as another. The sounds tell the stories." - Vanessa Lowe, Nocturne