March 17th, 2026

Soundwaves

I was listening to Future People from the UNBEATABLE soundtrack. I was listening to it as I took a piss, and it hit my ears that I wasn't listening to the trumpets of angels, nor the guitars of demons, but the chords of soundwaves travelling into my ear. I didn't understand any of it for a single intuitive moment. It was reduced to a sum of sine waves. It was reduced to a simple approximation of a function composed of a sum of sine waves centered about zero. There was no stepwise function to be turned into a Gibbs Phenomenon. The function and the function approximation were complete representations and in this moment I understood everything. I understood that I can make many many sine waves in my own life. I can loop and repeat midi files. I can play it back. I can layer thoughts in different synthesized voices until I get exactly what I want.

All literature is simply words on a page. Some words are fake words untill they become real. Some words aren't in existence until they're used. Some words are completely useless until a certain phrase ("et tu") brings them to the forefront. Words are not different from sine waves. Words are simply summed together to make meaning with different coefficients. The Gibbs Phenomena of my mind will be smoothed over and the reader will understand that I mean something, but never understand how grotesquely I mean it. The reader will skim over the intricacies of the things I write because they will never and could never understand the individual I am. So I will write, I will add terms to the expression. Every day the Gibbs Phenomena loses power, but asymptotically I will never remove it. That's the nature of the world.