binder epitome of incomprehensibility Choir starts up again tomorrow and I couldn't find my black music binder. Worried, I searched my bookshelves, tabletop surfaces, and the dusty underside of the couch. ...Turns out I didn't even need to look. Along with last term's music, it was handed to the choir secretary to keep over vacation. 240114 ... raze it's always the same one i've got with me in dreams: a black five star binder with a zipper. i can almost never find what i need between its dividers. on those rare occasions when i have a few sheets of unused lined paper to work with, i either can't see what's written on the chalkboard, or the lesson is lost on me. funny how some objects you never thought much about when they were mainstays in your waking_life become touchstones and would-be talismans for your sleep-soaked mind to chew on decades down the line. 240114 what's it to you? who go blather from