analogue ovenbird I had no idea that so much of my life would be eaten away by the need to create online accounts. There are accounts for everything and this feels like an assault on my wild soul. My kids need accounts for every game and app and school portal then I need parental control accounts and then there are so many accounts that I need password management accounts which means I quite literally have accounts for my accounts. When my son asked me to help him set up yet another gaming account I could feel the headache I’ve been fighting for five days threaten to transform all rational thoughts into unbridled rage. I never want to scan another QR code. I never want to create another user name. Let me sink into an analogue world. Let me read books with pages that give me paper cuts. Let me hear the static on the surface of my vinyl records. Let us play the music that’s left in us on gut strings and ebony keys. 260407 what's it to you? who go blather from