the_ones_who_left ovenbird It’s been ten years since you sat in the basement with your childhood friend, the one who made you laugh as if you’d only just discovered joy could be so great it felt like dying. He was your escape, your mirror, your memory. He was fueled by whisky and the intrinsic possibilities in a couple of humbuckers and a rosewood fretboard. “Tragedy plus time equals comedy,” he always said. But you’ve yet to find the joke embedded in his death. You tell me that you miss him. And when you go to sleep at night you wear an old t-shirt depicting the band he once played in so that every time you dream his shadow hovers above your heart. 260726 what's it to you? who go blather from