Listening to my life.

We all carry a unique pattern of ridges and valleys in our fingerprints. I believe we carry something similar in sound—an audioprint: a singular weave of voices, devices, materials, animals, environments, and passing noises that accompany us through our days. We learn to quiet many of these sounds, to let them fade into the background because they ask nothing of us. And yet, together, they become the soundtrack of a life. I find beauty in this soundtrack to the degree to which I pay attention.