burden raze she has somehow found a way to thread waveforms through the white space where comments would be if anyone else had anything to say. this is her playlist. these are songs i do not know sung by singers i cannot name. she tells me what she thinks, though her words are only wisps of dark text triggered by the peaks of these chalky clumps of digital earth. "the lyrics here are so good." then: "it becomes sweeter." over a thin bed of plugged-in acoustic guitar, a man's voice skips: "he can hardly wait, he can hardly wait, he can hardly wait to dance." and i know without being told that he's singing about his own body's burden being lifted. 241030 what's it to you? who go blather from