The day before Christmas 2020:
I find myself the only person staying in an eighty-six room hotel in East London.
It was originally the Old Street Magistrates' Court and Police Station.
I’m reading Can Xue’s stories and it dawns on me to use the empty swimming pool, bowling lanes, courtroom, and holding cells as rooms to create a soundscape for the text.
I set up a zoom mic, playing back field recordings from before the lockdown and using the ambience of each room as reverb. The sound of rooms waiting.
It can be started at any point in the track, or put on a loop. There is no beginning, middle, or end.