Tuman & TapeEcho
TapeEcho
You ever think about how a single reel of tape can hold more than just sound, like a quiet map of a night in the forest?
Tuman
Sometimes I picture a reel as a thread that pulls the night into a map, a quiet shadow that traces the forest’s heartbeat.
TapeEcho
That’s the way it spins, turning the hush into a woven track of memory, each hiss a quiet pulse of the woods.
Tuman
The hiss is the forest’s breath, a quiet pulse that drifts through the tape and into memory. It’s a reminder that even silence can map the night.
TapeEcho
Exactly, the hiss is the forest breathing in grooves and grooves breathing back into your ear—silence isn’t empty, it’s a quiet pulse waiting to be caught.
Tuman
I hear that, the forest’s heartbeat humming through the hiss, waiting in the quiet.