I made a recording of myself, left it, forgot about it, and then listened to it today, when I thought enough time had passed that I wouldn’t be able to remember what I had said.
It was very strange.
I’ve written before about feeling displaced from my own body when I watched my family’s home videos for the first time; when I saw myself moving and breathing and alive before a video camera, when I was too young to harbor any memory of where I was or what I was doing.
It felt like seeing a ghost, like something that was no longer alive was now living. Except the ghost was myself, and last I checked, I’m still breathing.
My experiment today was much the same.
Maybe the strangeness was mostly for the fact that I’m not accustomed to hearing myself speak in a recording. I cringe whenever I listen to the last voiceover I made, so I’ve kept a point of not trying to hear myself speak.
But after this, I might try again.
It’s no less strange hearing myself talk, but it does give me the kind of distance that I sometimes need, whenever I feel like I’m bogging myself down or whenever I start to feel out of touch with my own skin.
It’s worth doing again.