Foxthought: Echoes
A sound leaves its source and hits a wall. What comes back isn’t the same sound. It’s been shaped by the wall — its material, its angle, its texture. A smooth concrete surface returns a crisp reflection. A curtain swallows the high frequencies and sends back something muffled, warm, stripped of its edges. The echo carries two messages: the original signal, and a portrait of everything it touched on the way back. ...