As the audio commences, the initial sound that hits your ears is the burring resonance of an engine. It's a potent, mechanized hum, suggesting a motor in operation. But then, an unexpected shift. There's a malfunction, a stutter in the rhythm of the engine's song. Next, the distinct, sharp clinking noise of a microphone making contact with a glass frother on cable 1 fills the soundscape. The sound is reminiscent of a glass object tapping lightly against a window - delicate, yet with a certain urgency. The microphone, attached to the frother, seems to be attempting to capture the sound of the motor, which is now lurching into a failure. The motor's stutter grows more pronounced, the rhythm more fractured, the sound more desperate. It's a symphony of mechanical chaos, an orchestra of disarray. The contact-microphone, relentlessly attached to the frother, continues to pick up these sounds, transmitting the audible journey