When we think of lines of sight we might characterise visual reciprocity by someone looking you in the eyes. Mutual perception, uninterrupted and direct: I see you and you see me, when you return my gaze we are together.
I think lines of sound travel differently. Think of your neighbours: weight shifting above-head, an odd knock that comes and goes. Do you stop to wonder what might be making that noise? Sometimes I imagine a whole universe beyond that white wall. I think there’s something quite curious about how reciprocity works in the audioscape. Hearing something places me immediately in its affective realm without me having to perceive it directly, without it knowing I’m there. Sound transgresses: It bends, turns, interferes and travels across thresholds in the way organic sight cannot.
I think of noise as an actor in a world of privileged Western sight. How radios were used to bypass information channels in acts of protest and solidarity. How people sing to celebrate, how monks chant in funerals, how wolves howl. I cannot see you, but I am Here. I am listening.