There's a haunting poetry in the words, “The longest journey is the journey within,” especially when they’re carved into an original Frank’s Box by the man himself, Frank Sumption. In Moravia, NY, we had one of those rare originals—a box that wasn’t just static and dials but a gateway to somewhere else. Holding it felt like holding Frank’s own legacy. We weren’t just reaching for voices in the ether; we were connecting to the guy who made it all possible. Frank, wherever you are, thanks for the ride.
For this investigation, I teamed up with Sharon Coyle, the powerhouse behind Rolling Hills Asylum. If there’s someone who gets the weight of a place and the voices lingering in it, it’s Sharon. Rolling Hills is part of her, and that same gravity seemed to settle over our session. There’s this silent camaraderie that builds among those of us who do this work. We understand each other because we’ve both been in the dark with nothing but the hum of equipment and our own intuition to guide us. It’s the difference between just recording and really listening.
Originally Posted August 18, 2014
Every encounter leaves a mark, on us and on the spaces we visit. The Frank’s Box buzzed as we packed up, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that the spirits, Frank included, were watching us leave. We walked out, but part of us stayed there, in that pharmacy, connected by the longest journey of all: the one that stretches between here and beyond.
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