Bigger Than Band-Aids
Imagine a factory. Clean, as if you could hear a single speck of dust hitting the cold, concrete ground. The rhythm of the methodical processes; a sound that assures you that all the parts of the process are functioning correctly. A line of small packages travel down the line as if coasting on a thin layer of ice. The packages approach a fork in their path; while most continue, a few fall into a long, dark metallic void.