I took the mic into the basement again, but positioned it in front of the central air unit, which eminates a high-pitched rattling (as opposed to the low rumble of the washing machine).
Listen to the slow insistences of each environment (washing machine and central air unit). You can clearly hear Karen in the background, caught at the outer edges of the coordinate polar regions.
I have to admit I have an affinity for voice sounds that exist at the cusp of recognition. In listening to the pitch differences of our voices, the way the voice carries up and down as we tell our stories, ask our questions - all this, even when muffled to the point of incoherence, in this we can tell the mood and mode of a person's attitude and emotions.
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