One of the most important scriptures of Tibetan Buddhism is Heart Sutra, and one of the best lines in it says: form itself is emptiness; emptiness itself is form.
To record emptiness, I went to Boudha. Boudha is one of the biggest centers of Tibetan Buddhism in Nepal. There are monasteries, nunneries, you hear chanting and bells and drums and conch shells. Incense. Many Tibetan people come here every morning and evening. They walk around the giant white round temple in one direction. Some recite mantras. Some talk to their friends. An old lady feeds the dogs, a nun spins prayer wheels.
I went there on Thursday morning to record emptiness. I planned on going to a monastery and record chanting monks. I walked around the temple with everyone else for a while. Then I went into the monastery. Turned out the ceremony was already over. The big, beautiful monastery was empty. How lucky. I got the sound of the empty space after daily morning puja ceremony. The birds crowed outside. A monk was sweeping. Another was helping him, they talked a little. They finished and left.