...the act of paying attention turned the mundane into a meditation. By the end of the walk, I noticed that my footsteps had slowed, my thinking was less dispersed and that habitual, almost innate drive to get somewhere had vanished.

Then, about sixteen minutes into recording, I notice a faint gurgling, like the last remnants of water disappearing down a plug hole. The sound getting slowly louder and more distinct, until it reaches a point where I hear it close enough for me to be worried about the safety of the hydrophones and my recorder, to which they are securely attached.

I often enjoy the lack of patterning and the small surprises inherent in aleatoric music. On this occasion, however, the lack of patterning in the toy’s movements, left me feeling empty.