A spider wove a web of sound and I was consensually captured. The lacework vibrated, whispered, screamed, and sang with the spider’s commands and I balance-beam-danced on filaments of pleasure. As I moved along paths of sound my experience of the spider’s art was altered. I played with proximity, angles, and intersections of waves and through my movements the almost imperceivable threads were revealed.
Then sound fell away. All the others stopped dancing. Yet I could not stop. I held onto the frequency which was still vibrating through my flesh, anticipating the next note to be plucked... Which string, which speaker, which wavelength? But nothing followed and finally I too fell out of the web with a heavy plunk.