6th June 2014 Perhaps this is yet another tainted moment, an emanation and reverie reduced to a technological spectacle; 'gizmodal' interference in the field of poetic encounter. An artist, a poet, a lover would have taken a hold of you by all your senses and given you the balmy aerial 'plumesence' in every dimension beyond the dumb robotic data of this field recording. Which one of the myriad specks in this aerial emanation is the field student losing himself to the whole?