Today seemed to be like any other day. Mike and I arrived and walked into the chamber of sound. I started with resupplying some business cards, picking up garbage, answering questions, not much new. I grabbed the drills and began to open up crates in search of some extra cellulose, some how it keeps disappearing. I have noticed people MUST touch the wall sections, I don’t blame them. I found the cellulose and as soon as I pulled it out of the crate I was approached by a man. He wore small round glasses and a black leather beret. The man had an haggard beard with twisted once-upon-a-time blond hair. The lines on his face told the story of time. He began casual enough asking a few questions about the house nothing out of the ordinary but soon the story began to play out. He described his life, things he had seen and I was genuinely interested. Claiming to be a professor at Berkeley he told stories of technology, music, and chemistry. The details and descriptions where dense but from my point of view deceptive. Soon this was no ordinary encounter and two and a half hours passed. Ultimately the conversation ended and I asked for his name, he asked, “Does it matter?” I said “No” as I stepped away. I still don’t know how I feel about the encounter but one thing is for sure, I wont forget it, and maybe this was the point.