i adore the contrast between phil’s haunting words/soothing voice. it’s like getting lost in the woods and realizing every branch points you closer to home. his recording techniques are also something to admire and/or puzzle over.
when listening to the microphones i feel the sudden urge to:
a. assemble a bed of fallen branches; blankets of leaves
b. count stars and detect constellations
c. be swallowed by the universe
there’s nothing left except certain death
and that was comforting at night out under the moon