immersion

On rereading an old essay by Brian Eno, I realised how what draws me to certain listening experiences doesn't really differ much from what draws me to certain poetry or to certain 'visual' art: their capacity not just to evoke but be a place, a feeling, a landscape, a world. A place where I build a house - or maybe a boat - and dwell in, swim in, float in, get lost inside. Naked and sheltered, alone and not alone.