Six essays on the sense that photography cannot keep. Why expensive rooms are quiet and quiet rooms are expensive, the playlist nobody chose, the morning a café scores for itself, the loudest room standing metres from the stillest, and the soundtrack of this archive, held only in the memory of whoever pressed the shutter.

The ear knows an expensive room before the eye has finished looking.
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Silence reads as natural. It is almost always manufactured.
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Every surface in the room was chosen. The music came from a subscription.
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Before the playlist goes on, the room is scored entirely by its work.
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The quietest dining rooms stand metres from the loudest rooms in the building.
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Every photograph in the archive had a soundtrack. The archive kept none of them.
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