Ah, that’s unexpected. You put me in your right ear. From this position you can listen more and more closely. It’s easy: an auditory bridge is forming inside. It’s just beginning now. You hear the interdimensional-membrane, a dull layer applied to every sound—what was a truck, footsteps, or wind just a moment ago. The sound reminds you of someone tapping on a microphone to test its connection to the speakers. One of the other dimensions is tapping on your hearing membrane. That’s great, there’s nothing to worry about. The dullness spreads, like a blanket settling over everything that surrounds you and your body. But it’s not solid or rigid, this blanket—it’s infinite and its enveloping sound goes on and on, passing you by, swimming past you. This non-noise, this dullness that never stops coming and never stops going.
You turn your head, you’ve invited me into your left ear—what’s there? I’m curious. It is a deep sound, it vibrates and comes closer and closer. It’s still very small and quiet, but that’s because it’s far away. The sound of something big and far away is carried right to the point where your jawbone meets your skull. Listen closer: it’s even bigger than you can imagine. Even more elementary. It is regular, like breathing. It’s always been there, will always be there.
It’s a huge living being. Yes, listen closer. It’s humming—now you’re listening with your ears AND your belly. What’s that? You keep searching: there are other, smaller sounds layered on top of it. One reminds you of the sound of rinsing a bunch of small spoons; they rub against each other. A combination of crunching and scraping. But that can’t be right—they aren’t spoons, after all. Many of the same thing. Material rubbing against itself, in unison, hard—yet the sound isn’t metallic. What’s causing this friction? You listen in all directions, shift your weight slightly...THERE—shift your weight again…THERE it is again. It’s close to you. You train your ears on your own weight, shifting it back and forth, focusing on the sound you are making. Your feet hear it exactly.
You’re standing…