nick_drake raze where i live, most people treat their children as little more than inconvenient accessories. it's sad to see a child fight to be acknowledged by a mother or father who's too busy searching for invisible monsters or nonexistent candy to even look at them. this is the world we've made. our devices dictate our lives. a cop kicks the shit out of someone whose only crime is the colour of their skin, and everyone watching pulls out their phone to film the event in all its awful unfolding, their faces slack and impassive. it seems like some kind of cosmic joke that technology would give us so many ways to connect and leave us more adrift than we ever were before. the tradeoff is having the ability to safeguard moments that would otherwise be lost. take this beautiful british boy who died before the world knew his name. there's no surviving performance footage to point to. there are still images, but the only moving_pictures that exist are gathering dust in the minds of those who were born early enough to catch him on a stage or hear him crooning on a couch in someone's home, tracing impossible shapes on the strings that stung a slab of east indian rosewood and spruce. it's a miracle his voice was heard at all. how lucky we are that it was so well preserved, even if the mouth his words were made in will only ever be a locked door to those of us who love him now. 241205 what's it to you? who go blather from