From the outside of the CTA Business Club looking up, the different colours of fluorescent lighting bled softly from the windows onto the outside windows. 

After a drink at The Weary Traveller, the 70s style bar that occupies the second floor of the venue I checked into the room. An alien object sat on the desk.

Covered in orange fringe, it held a firm presence in the space, even without sound. After some unobtrusive prying in the name of science, it becomes clear that it’s two speakers, stacked on top of one another. The single room is small and tidy, nothing remarkable. A clean white bed lit by two warm lamps. 

The check-in desk for The Lucid. Photo supplied.

At 10:30, the music began quietly. A resolute synth pad sound sprawled out over the first hour or more – almost-vocal, though never quite grasping the total humanity of a voice – and reinforced by a duller chord in rhythm. Sharper, smaller textural elements rear their heads before swimming away, made subtle so as not to intrude or draw...