A man... wears a checkered black and white letterman jacket. Far within a basin before him is nestled a vast rocky region. With wind ripping at his edges and poring beyond the ledge at his feet, he begins to lift from the earth. He is tossed up as if made of the wind, then plunged into the depths as a stone. As the cliffs rush by and the valley shivers silently below, he is frozen. The valley then becomes still, and the blur of the cliffs seems a single image. Acting accordingly is all the activity of the man's brain. Among the two frames, every concurring thought and impulse morphs together to form a single, dull droning. While the images are still stuck and the man's mind continues to reel emptily, something seems to be exiting his body. It could hardly be considered a substance, nothing more than bare energy radiating invisibly and indefinitely into space. As it flows outwards through the air, it seems to ignite into dancing and colorful streams light. They maneuver through the air like birds through a dense forest, weaving in and out of invisible passages and thick nets. As the energy continues to fly, a formerly unnoticed sound is audible. Replacing the plain drone is a chorus of distinct notes, each humming and skipping amongst a colored stream of energy. The sound, while derived from many small parts, behaves and grows as a single unit. It goes marching along, it flails its multicolored limbs, it sings in a broad harmony. But sometimes, the mainly separate parts contradict each other, one disagrees with the other. The colors of the streams get tainted a brownish and the sound grows dissonant and shrill. But the energy flies nonetheless, and it all moves onward. All the parts of this predicament, even their surroundings, continue to evolve alongside time. The colors in their vibrant and seemingly wild flight occasionally flare together in brilliance, whilst their sounds sometimes also form a magnificent cohesion, a phenomenon called music. Sometimes, in an even rarer event, certain types of sound are captured and saved by people. Two men, in a sound-mining adventure of sorts, managed to dig up their own incarnation of the phenomenon. Here, playing before us, is their favorite cut of the findings.
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