It feels like a vast space, the sound surrounds me as if I were at an airport or in some part of a museum. The same calmness is present here, as machines produce the airy hum which underpins all audible phenomenon. The reverberant qualities attached to hard sounds of stone and wood remind me of public spaces, civilised spaces for civilised activity. The voices are civilised, they are gently, not strained but soft. Well, most of the time. There are also voices which rise above the rest, they pop out of nowhere and are distant, but loud. They are not strained, but their tone is different to the ones which surround me. Are they breaking the rules? I’m not sure, it doesn’t seem too invasive, as if there are several modes of behaviour, several ways to voice yourself. What does it depend on? It normally depends on their proximity to me. The softer voices are close and the louder more jovial voices are distant, which is an interesting dichotomy. The louder voices occur in the same proximity as the footsteps, the movement of bodies. The softer voices occur where movement and sounds of movement are fleeting. Here and there. Close to me are the sounds of rustling bags, paper turning or jiggling or dancing softly and in the distance are footsteps and then doors slamming, metal banging. When the banging fades and the rustling stops, there they are, the sounds of machines gently breathing and beeping, is this coordinated? It suddenly feels like a barren land, the activity is gone, all that is left is the heaving gentle wind. However, this doesn’t last long, in fact, for this to occur is almost an anomaly, rare, but important. Even when the wind of the machines isn’t there, it is. It lives in the reverberation of distant activity, a place held together by its reverberance, with stone, wood, plastic, paper all dissipating into the sound of machines. Like an effervescent tablet dissolves into a million particles until it is so sparse that it becomes one with the body of water into which it was placed. Maybe it’s not exactly like this, maybe as the tablet disintegrates and releases gas, the popping bubbles on the top of the water become the audible activities of the many, which blend themselves into the whole frothy mess.