“Its neither music, nor voice, nor noise but an ensemble of these.” Perhars to jarr the reader one might invoke a sense of initial turmoil, an overwhelming of the senses, I imagined a “caucophinic ensemble,” that works deeply, liminaly to disorient the ‘visitor.’ Although you have neatly exemplified the process, the getting used to, the sounds of the street. Upon first arrival the strangeness is freshly unwrapped for your ears, new flavour.

I am reminded of morrocco, the loudspeakers that carry the public broadcast are used specifically for prayer. Similarily they were direct evidence of lo-fi technology. In contrast, most places had personal, or family radios and tvs, the split here was prayer (public) and radio (private). Nevertheless the texture was informed by lines of speaker cables that attempted to ensure coverage of the area, the area being the old walled city within marakesh.

Unlike public air-raid sirens that one may find in kingston, ont (they may be all taken down by now) the siren-like elements such as visibility, imposing nature, and possibly most importantly VOLUME. Prayer starts at 4am, one cannot help but be caught between a time for whispers and a time of volume enforced obedience.