a need described

I want to sit in a large lamp lit space for hours, on a bean bag or a comfy armchair, listening to sounds that are so visceral that you feel like they’re part of your own nervous system; living sounds that give you the impression that you could at any moment reach out and touch them; sounds that mould and weave themselves together; sounds that carry you through time whilst constructing their own time; a time without any tangible reference points, an eternal present.