Journal Marsh

Hya!

Today was pretty fun. I recorded stuff, came up with elaborate sitcom solutions to my life problems, and finally finished reading Jaques Cousteau's research notes. I learnt that another book that I planned on adapting has been taken by a mediocre crew and director. So that is soul crushingly depressing. Also Shannon wasn't here today so I taught the class. We learned Pilates.



1: Marshland
The frogs are fucking loud. Like really loud. Their reverb echos off the water into my ears. They almost overpower the sound of the power supply behind me. The large metal structure lets off a deep hum to tell me that it is powering an entire small suburb. A stork moves gracefully through the marsh. I can hear it push reeds and algae through the water with its twig legs. Cicadas use their string like accompaniment to intertwine with the frogs moans. I can hear trash burning a couple yards over. The sound of cardboard smoldering attacks everything in the vicinity. The frogs grow quieter. I hear the stork fly out of the water. It's wings gracefully moving the air.

2: Raul's Place
There is a constant trap beat in the background. I can hear the ambient noise of Comedy Bang Bang emanating from the T.V. The overhead fan lazily catches the air and smoke and creates a swiveling sound, like a loose screw. The refrigerator groans to say "kill me" in a single medium pained tone. The bathroom light buzzes with an irregular frequency, begging to be shut off. In this land of decadence I can't help but hear Raul's dog Joseph drink from his water bowl. The tongue lapping up the water in quick wet bursts.

Knox

Here is another song nerds:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=INWZy3-Vw80