came home and opened the door, startled at the noise then remembered I'd left the radio on all day to have a voice to return home to, to be cradled in the vast network of electromagnetic waves radiating around and right through me, especially the cracklings of static: electric discharges occurring in the air that must have always been taking place but if not for their interference with music on the radio I would never be aware of their existence. Sir Oliver Lodge, the father of radio, believed that the 'other world' was a wavelength into which we pass when we die. Edison believed he could build a device to contact the dead and predicted that spirits (he called them the living impaired) would communicate using the new technology of radio. Electronic Voice Phenomena, or EVP, mysterious vocal messages (from the absent, the dead, or manifestations of the listener's subconscious) communicated over radio or other signals from across the entire electromagnetic spectrum. my apartment is transubstantiating into an internal bodily plexus, arteries of microphone cables, extension cords and tuning wires for short wave, ham and CB radios; spawning TVs, microwaves, baby alarms, nanny cams and tape recorders --the last thing I do is press the plethora of 'record' buttons when I leave in the morning. with the advent of "WiFi", wireless computer networks, I've joined the subculture of "war drivers" who enter poorly safeguarded wireless networks while driving or walking around with laptops and tap into signals being transmitted via household surveillance cameras. I've been driving by my own building invading and capturing images of my own bedroom: not to illicitly broadcast on internet voyeur cams, but to add to the possible carrier signals over which your messages might be relayed to me transporting myself in cabrides all over the city on meaningless errands in order to hear their radios, programming random 'wrong numbers' into my cell phone each night to call throughout the following day, loitering at walkie-talkie laden lobbies and security desks pretending to look for non-existent guests and tenants, always with a hidden tape recorder-- up all night listening to and transcribing what I've recorded during the day, hoping to hear a word from you... famed EVP researcher Raymond Cass was engrossed in reading a History of W.W.I when a voice called his name over the radio in the 1950's the first EVP recordings were made by a Swede who found inexplicable voices on his tape after attempting to record bird song an ornithology of war Hermes winged messenger of the gods, often in bird costume, also conducted the dead to Hades: message always brought into an afterlife, death as separation necessary for it to have to be transmitted in the first place during W.W.I the 'ghosts' of artillery shells whistling across battlefields were often heard by German army signals intelligence operators one explanation of EVP: the mysterious voices are coded military broadcasts next