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A memory of days in the wild
I was startled by the sound when i first heard it, something new, an addition to this place where i dwell now, far from my home and then, later, the next day perhaps i was startled once more and jerked my head trying to find its source, wondering what it was as i slowly began…
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A bag of pasta
there’s a bag of pasta in the fridge i’ve eaten everything else all there is now is this bag of pasta i check the date it’s a bit past but not too long i’m confident it’s still good so i open the bag it’s plastic a thick clear layer in which the pasta slides around…
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To explain it, or to in any way connect iton the face of this earth my role is merelyas experiencer, writer, with a need andmy experience. I want to tell you what I hear. Wiggles his ears to music. The experience.If it were, we could concern ourselves with soundexclusion of all else that musicians mightrealize.…