So I've been writing here and there. Tiny fragments. Broken up rambling. Horray! Here's a snippity snippet of what it's like:
Last night we took 47 radios and lined them up one by one. We tuned them in to the sound of static. This is our voice, loudly in the night. Nothing. Can you hear it? It over takes you like a wall of sonic snow, and when it’s
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