I was thinking the other night about sound, and how much more intrinsically time-based it is compared with other media. I’ve probably written something out along these lines before, but the necessity of patience, attempted to be overwrought by the scrubber bar or FF/RW buttons; the patience always comes through, makes us see that in the end there are certain stretches of waveform which just take as long for the full effect as it’s hard coded into the message itself. That is to say, there aren’t shortcuts, ways around sitting and waiting for the experience to enter and then leave. Seeing as we’re beings always in time, the stringent awareness of this faculty of the particular art form can, in most cases, put some kind of smile on my face.