Introduction
This sound is water. Is it boiling water, steaming from a cooking pot in a warm, family kitchen as the video above suggests? Is it water rushing down a bed of rocks cut through a sylvan glade scarcely known by humans? Or does it gush from a chrome faucet into the cracked enamel of a clawfoot tub, ready to clean behind a new generation's ears and wash away the sting of shampoo? Is this the sound of the stream left behind by the tempest that has just destroyed the midwestern family's home—their hopes, their dreams?
We call all of these things water, and if pressed we would identify each of the sounds above as water. Yet, we have no need to dip our hand into a swirling pot of cooking pasta to know that the searing pain we would feel from that action is vastly different from the sensation of dipping one's hand into a bath prepared with parental care.
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- Différance Sean Gill
