No image. No color. Just blackness

“Dreams getting worse. Usually in nightmares you see what you’re scared of. Not in my case. No image. No color. Just blackness and then in the distance, getting closer and closer, beginning to pierce some strange ever-present roar, sounds, voices, sometimes just a few, sometimes a multitude, and one by one, all of them starting to scream.

Do you know what it’s like to wake up from a dream you haven’t seen? Well for one thing, you’re not sure if you were dreaming or not.”

House of Leaves, Mark Z. Danielewski.

Chambers’s Miscellany of Useful and Entertaining Tracts


Audible Frequency Range

Just a small test, a 20Hz to 20kHz frequency sweep heard as sound and seen as images. Sound and images are the same files saved in two different formats (AIFF and JPG). Images were generated chopping the audio file in very small fragments (the equivalent to one frame) and saving them first as RAW and then as JPG using Audacity and ImageMagick.

Tristram Shandy


New concepts for new words: shorthearinged

Definition of shorthearinged
: not considering what will or might sound in the future
: made or done without thinking about how it will sound in the future

Blood for Dracula


I was watching Blood for Dracula and I’m just gonna say that this is the best fucking shot in all (s)exploitation film history.

What he misses most is the sound of traffic

As he tells his father, what he misses most is the sound of traffic. It seems the noise made by trucks and taxi cabs created for him a kind of evening lullaby. Now he finds it difficult to fall asleep in the quiet.

“What about the sound of crickets?” Navidson asks.

Chad shakes his head.

“It’s not the same. I dunno. Sometimes it’s just silent… No sound at all.”

“Does that scare you?”

Chad nods.

“Why?” asks his father.

“It’s like something’s waiting.”


Chad shrugs. “I dunno Daddy. I just like the sound of traffic.”

House of Leaves, Mark Z. Danielewski.

Silence cannot conceal anything

“Shall we converse, then?”

“Talk of the weather, which we know all about? Ask how we are, which we already know? I prefer silence. Then you can hear thoughts and see the past. Silence cannot conceal anything.”

The Ghost Sonata
, August Strindberg.

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