In a world that deletes itself by design, the permanence of ink feels radical.

When I watched The History of Sound, I felt it more than just saw it. The story of Paul Mescal’s Lionel and Josh O’Connor’s David unfolds in a world of wax-cylinders and folk songs, in the years following the Great war. Yet although the setting is 1917 – 1920s New England, it doesn’t feel distant. It feels urgent.

There’s a certain kind of silence that only exists in autumn.It’s not the absence of sound, but a soft hum, like the world inhaling before winter arrives.The air feels slower, the colors deeper, and light begins to move differently, sinking lower, brushing everything with a quiet melancholy.