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Walking through the train concourses at an empty time of day can be a rather ominous experience. I say empty, rather than quiet, because that time is anything but quiet. Take away the shuffle and murmur of hundreds of commuters that drowns out all ambient noise, and all you hear is twenty different loudspeakers echoing, in a cold and mechanical voice, "Track number five", "Track number twelve", and so on. The identical voices repeat in endless and unsynchronized loops, at first seemingly random but ultimately blending as one into a unified, though stuttering, chorus. The effect is eerie, like something out of A Clockwork Orange or a particularly avant-garde work of multimedia art.

May 21, 2003 in Chicago Observations | Permalink