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A Low Susurrus of Desolation: Echoes in the Void of Being
In the vast, reverberating chambers of existence, there lies a sound—faint, elusive, almost imperceptible—a low susurrus of desolation. It drifts between thoughts, coils through the hidden crevices of the self, a gossamer thread of melancholy: fragile in tone, yet unyielding in presence. This is not the piercing cry of despair, but something quieter, more insidious—a constant undertone to the human experience. It is a sonic haze, wrapping itself around the soul, enveloping it in the muted twilight of being, an ever-present murmur beneath the rhythms of modern life.

The Anatomy of the Whisper
A susurrus is a murmur, a whisper so soft it barely brushes the threshold of sound. Desolation, in contrast, evokes a vast emptiness—bleak, lifeless, and stripped of warmth. When these converge, they form a paradox: the whisper of absence, the voice of a void that is not silent, but softly humming. It doesn’t shout or plead. It persists—a lingering undertone, subtle yet unshakable, a slow vibration that hums beneath awareness, infusing everything with an aura of weightless sorrow.
This low susurrus is the background music of modernity. It pulses beneath the surface of urban life, beneath neon lights and algorithmic noise. It resonates in the quiet of empty office buildings, in derelict suburbs, and in the flicker of screens that promise connection yet deepen dislocation. It is the faint drone of progress turned hollow, of meaning stripped down by acceleration and abstraction.

Whispers in the Mind
To hear the susurrus is to become attuned to a quiet kind of despair—not the agony of sudden loss, but the erosion that comes with time. It is the dull ache that grows from small, daily failures: missed connections, drifting dreams, the steady accumulation of the almost. This murmur is not loud, not sharp—it is gentle, almost soothing, a background hum of resignation that settles over the psyche like dust on forgotten things.
In its whisper lies the voice of surrender—not of defeat, but of acceptance. The susurrus speaks the language of postmodern fatigue. It echoes the unraveling of collective meaning, the decline of shared truths, the slow fading of belief systems once seen as immutable. It is the sound of drifting in a world where all anchors have lifted, where every certainty is questioned and every answer provisional.

Echoes of the In-Between
This sound cannot be escaped. It is woven into the very fabric of experience. It echoes what has been lost and what will never come to be. It lingers in the liminal—between joy and sadness, movement and stillness, longing and numbness. In this in-between, emotions flatten and motivation dulls. The world becomes a place not of clear highs and lows but of muted grays.
And yet, strangely, this whisper brings comfort. It is familiar, a presence we recognize even if we never named it. It rocks us gently, not toward hope, but toward stillness. It asks not for striving but for still surrender. It is the lullaby of the weary, the ambient hum that invites us not to resist, but to rest.

A Silent Requiem
In the end, the low susurrus of desolation is not a threat but a teacher. It reminds us that emptiness is not a flaw in being, but a fundamental rhythm. It is the voice of impermanence, the song of all that was, all that might have been, and all that will pass. It is not nihilism, but clarity—the soft illumination of finality.
There is peace here—not fulfillment, but quiet. Not triumph, but cessation. The susurrus whispers the universe’s oldest truth: all things return to silence. And in that silence, we find something beyond despair. 
We find release. 
We find rest.

Stream Of Thought

AMERICAN BITCION

From the Album 'Wild'
Release date: October 10

Mesmerizing album "Wild" from Tourist on Monday Records. 

Artist: @touristmusic
http://www.touristmusic.com/
https://www.facebook.com/musicbytourist

Label: @monday-records
https://twitter.com/mondaylondon

Premiere : Tourist - Wild [Monday Records]

Wild (Reworks)

Bunny (Meitei Remix)

Having turned heads across press and industry, with a Spotify New Music Friday placement and Clash Magazine feature, Sans Soucis now returns with remixes in tow from Jacana People and Bad Honey. Electronic duo Jacana People, whose plaudits include BBC Radio 1 and Selector
Radio, have delivered an alt-electronic re-work of Air. They explain the process,
“Sans Soucis possesses pure talent not only in her vocal performance but also in her writing. It
was such an organic and natural process carving out a beat-driven, electronic take on this song, especially with a range of stimulating textures to work from. Beyond the intricate layers of vocals, came the potential for a heady beat and rich synth lead sections which act as a powerful
contrast to the existing delicate hooks. It was wholly engaging to construct something with a club in mind, evolving from the context of a sharply crafted piece of songwriting.” - Jacana People

Air - Jacana People Remix

Everyday

Gin Under The Sink

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Website - http://touristmusic.com
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Tour dates: 
http://touristmusic.com/live

Management:
info@tmwrk.net

Worldwide
LDickins@WMEAgency.com & CPayne@WMEAgency.com
North / South America
bowen@teamwass.com

Bunny (Meitei Remix)

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