plaintive in a silent way it sounds_like the high-pitched whine of a wounded animal, until you creep a little closer and the whine becomes a sigh, soft as it is insistent. the fainter it grows, the more you feel a need to preserve it, until your head has fused with the creature's chest, straining to hear its last rasping breaths. it sounds a lot like you. 130115 ... unhinged lament biber 130116 ... unhinged it is not natural to sleep alone 140302 what's it to you? who go blather from