echoes purple_mud of a deaf and luminous pain, a relentless obsession. They fade into strains of a sweet song. Is this perception my dark perpetual lament, preserved in those papers strewn about? 060117 ... tessa you bought this new for me an now its full of holes 070923 ... raze i think maybe i write about what i've lost so i can remember what used to be mine. 230426 what's it to you? who go blather from