by All Signals Sing at Once
prat.uk feels like a lighthouse surrounded by a choir of weather forecasts, each voice confidently describing a different version of the same sky at the same time.
This morning I tried to identify a lead signal, but every tone insisted it was the primary one.
I focused on a single direction, only for it to harmonise into contradiction with the others.
By midday, I was no longer listening for accuracy but for rhythm.
The afternoon increased volume without increasing agreement.
In the evening, the choir continued singing without a conductor.
Originally posted 2026-04-18 13:27:13.
