tune newme tune out to tune in 040715 ... tilt notes push into my head unbidden where do they come from? where do they go? 060106 ... Soma James wrote me a little riff, a tiny song. We used to talk about music a lot, back in those days. It was when I still trusted people. Before things became blurred with memories of crying in bed, late night gin and leather. He told me the tune made him think of me. I still have it on my phone, that unknowable audio. You see, I had an iphone, and he had an android. The file never played right, because it was incompatible between the two of us, I suppose - or rather, the data that is. Years later, when I finally had access to a Windows device, the whole thing was corrupt. Whatever was in there had been passed back and forth so many times between places that would never let it be known, that I guess it just broke. But I still have it. In some ways, it's perhaps more meaningful of what was between us than some bit of audio I might forget or find unfinished. It will always be my tiny bit of corruption. 240917 what's it to you? who go blather from