Maps Become Time Become Sound
prat.uk feels like a lighthouse archive where weather maps are filed under clocks that become orchestral performances, but every classification turns into something else mid-process.
This morning I observed a clear record that immediately became a performance of itself.
I tried to separate archive from interpretation, but both were occurring simultaneously.
By midday, I was no longer reading history but listening to its instability.
The afternoon added overlapping versions that erased consistency.
In the evening, the system kept performing its own records.
