A story, whispered. I am trying to resurrect many things via my creative blogging, including my capacity to record audio again. For a while, I was posting these weekly and then, with all the tumult in my life, it was impossible to continue. It would be great to be able to do more ASMR again, solely for my own pleasure and experience. Mainly, I am out of the habit. It’s a muscle that needs tending and stretching. Being a soft spoken person, recording also makes me feel a little bit more sure of myself and my voice. It’s a form of meditation. Certainly not an attempt to go viral. Ah well. Perhaps storing some of these here will help me to see them in a new light.
You can expect: Soft spoken dieselpunk dystopian short story audio with some sci-fi and romance elements. Spoken content is all mine. It’s not a harrowing soft spoken dystopian audio. Just a visual of a woman, or something like a woman, sitting on the edge of a desk, hair done up in a retro style, leaning forward with a cigarrette. Bit like Elizabeth from Bioshock Infinite, though I guess this preceded me playing that game. It just came into view like the mental image of a man leaning in with a lighter.
Above all, this is sort of a workshopped experiment of one way that image might have developed into something more. A look at how it might have gone, had it gone. As a writer and a person who might well have a dash or five of ADHD, a lot of these moments appear to me and catch some language and melt into the periphery. I keep wanting to do more with it, somehow, so again…so maybe this serves as small steps forward, trying to assess and improve my skills.
“At the moment, the yellow-grey is all my birds, all my sky. Still, I need to pay these folks. Not all of them are android and they have to eat, just like you and me. Well, I assume you eat.”
