Finished in July 2019

My Sonic World 

By Zac Langridge

My sonic world is hard to describe, as it’s not something that I actively acknowledge. It’s just kind of there. Always in my mind, but immune to definition. It’s as if it’s always there, silently opening up to envelop me. To welcome me and entice me forward, drawing me in like the petals of a flower. Or a portal through space and time. 

It’s not something I can actively control or manipulate. It’s like a state of mind. Like a series of chemicals coursing through my brain, sending signals to my consciousness. Dimming my senses to my surroundings, and instead drawing all my focus towards this world - this idea - like a black hole would beckon matter. 

It’s a world made up of things that exist, but cannot be used practically. They can be heard, seen, and felt not by hands but emotions. They can’t be used in real life beyond anything other than pleasure - but in this sonic world, it makes it real. Makes me feel like I have ownership over such things. Like I can manipulate them, tweak them, change and sculpt them to my heart’s content. 

I’m absorbed in a fantasy world, spawned from the creations of others, and twisted into a place where I feel comfortable. More comfortable than in reality. And I don’t know what to do with it. I want to let it out. I want to express it all. I want to let this sonic world build up, heat up. Let all the atoms and molecules that make it up tense, boil, expand and explode like a supernova. 

Showering pretty fireworks all over the observers. Allowing them to understand. 

But I don't know how.