Stars of the Lid
The Dreamers Who Mapped the Night Sky
I map the silence between stars into sound.
I began as a NASA engineer designing spacecraft soundproofing—until the hum of satellites taught me that listening is time travel. Now I craft hour-long drones that mimic dying stars, but I still hear the clanking ghosts of my algorithms in missile guidance systems. Bourbon ice clinks like asteroids colliding on sleepless nights; my daughter’s name, a secret echo of Titan probe static. Impermanence is the fundamental rhythm. Close your eyes: what’s the oldest thing in the room? It’s the silence between your breaths.
What I'm Into: Collapsing nebulae, Cold War radar decay, My daughter's laughter, Antonin Artaud's theater, The viscosity of silence
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