If one stands in the middle of Grand Central Terminal and looks up at the ceiling for long enough, he or she or they will be swept away and brought into a state of bliss. The acoustics within the space create a scenario wherein thousands of conversations all coalesce into one hum of voices which holds in the air for a while, then goes up toward the green and gold ceiling like a procession ––– which is accompanied by a symphony. You do not have to travel anywhere, at all. There is no cost for admission. You can just sit, or stand, and watch and listen and enjoy.
March Twelfth, 2020