240p raze i had one of those head colds i used to get. the kind of sick that fills your ears with cotton and drops your voice an octave for a day or two. i couldn't breathe through my nose. but i could do this one thing. the video was uploaded at the lowest resolution allowed. something in its homespun soul spoke to me. the sound was in mono. a stereo mix of the same song lived in a different place. i stopped and started and toggled through time until both audio tracks were synchronized, and muted what was burned in so my headphones would give me what i wanted to hear. my bed littered with crumpled kleenex tissues. my throat an open wound. i watched you die a dozen times, stabbed in the heart with a rubber knife. you were like a brother to me then. now you're nothing. we're nothing. we're dust. 230106 what's it to you? who go blather from