Gibson thought the world of ‘resonance’, but he never cared to define it, nor could he have. It is intuitively appealing. A dynamic, resonant character to … experience. But it bears thinking of a little more literally. The graveyard of fools, I am well aware. A tune that resonates. Popcorn. Who owns it? I can objectify it, but it is still within this weird privileged world of subjective experience. Things in there typically ‘are’ me. They are not objectifiable.
But hold on. I can objectify that tune. In fact, my difficulty in stopping it at will is proof (!) that I can objectifiy it. It is not part of me. But it is unquestionably an activity, a behavior, of my nervous system. A resonance. A real phenomenon, transmitted between P-worlds. A part of subjective experience that is not really so personal, but has a shared quality. A repeating echo, faltering from one repetition to the next, but always playing out in real unreal time.