Archeophony by Sean Trott

Archeophony by Sean Trott

When I was a young boy, my mother showed me how to tune the radio to hear the voices of the dead. The secret, she explained, lay not only in the frequency one landed on but in the precise sequence of channels one sampled along the way. It was like music, she said, or language: the meaning of any given note, or of any given word, depends on the notes or words that come before it. Of course, being a radio, it was a one-way connection: we could hea…