This is sound omitted by the sensors at the front of the Bill Robertson. WARNING! High pitched! Turn down your speakers. It may well give you an awful headache!
These got me to thinking about sonic weapons like the Mosquito and how well that feeds into the dialogue with the angsty teenagers that loiter outside the library.
I've been thinking alot about slow motion projection over the space of hours, there's an ethereal and compelling quality to things that have been slowed down. I'm especially drawn to the idea of something that's moving so slowly that it appears to be a still image.
Best snippets of people I walked past in town. Just in the brief moments when I crossed paths with these strangers you get a fair idea of who they are.