Thousand-yard stare
A phrase often used to describe the blank, unfocused gaze of soldiers who have become emotionally detached from the horrors around them. It is also sometimes used more generally to describe the look of dissociation among victims of other types of trauma.
I think the nuance of a lot of drone invites to the listener to speculate, imagine void or space that embodies it. It can contain anguish, crushing even in its simplicity (or lack of it). It can be vain with it’s glossy polish, turbulent euphoria loaded on the side of a c30 tape; an audio vacuum with a terse threshold. Speculative? Somewhat.
That thousand-yard stare sound though, isn’t a void. It’s an obfuscation; something is clearly there but layered beyond sense. There need not be turbulence to bury or carry but you’d be kidding yourself if you could really understand the gaze here. Here is a sound that comes to me weathered by those senseless layers, comfortable in its dissociation. But beyond that? It stands on its own, doll-like eyes that are a silken sanctuary to a meaning to which I can only hope to be privy. For now, I just can speculate and pull away at the frayed fabric. Hopeless in an endeavor to arrive at the core.
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