I am listening the people shouting; Sounds of falling debris; Bullets shot in the air.
I gather all these emotions, To evoke memories from the sounds, Triggering one’s imagination through these fragments.
This won’t be the whole picture of the events, Nobody knows the whole picture. It is only a piece of the puzzle among the many stories, collected into my recordings.
No matter how distressing or unpleasant, this is part of our story, and shapes who we are.
Listening to sound archives