cassette
raze
she
told
him
he
should
always
write
things
down
,
to
keep
them
in
a
place
he
could
return
to
.
there
were
some
things
he
thought
he
could
never
forget
,
even
if
he
wanted
to
.
he
thought
they
were
too
strong
in
his
mind
to
ever
fade
.
but
his
mind
was
a
blank
cassette
tape
,
a
small
black
cartridge
in
which
all
his
thoughts
fought
with
hiss
and
the
slow
degradation
of
fragile
material,
and
when
the
tape
ran
out
of
room
it
would
start
recording
over
itself
,
leaving
only
ghosts
of
old
memories
beneath
the
noise
of
new
ones,
until
they
were
wiped
out
too
.
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...
epitome of incomprehensibility
This
is
true
.
I've
had
to
rely
on
my
1999-2002
journal
to
remember
what
I
sounded
like
when
I
was
the
age
of
the
character
I'm
writing
about
.
Tangentially,
I
love
tapes
.
They
haven't
yet
gone
the
way
of
records
;
people
practically
give
them
away
.
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what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from