r.i.P.od

I will miss you, old friend. You have helped me be bitter and overjoyed and lonesome and tired and awake, made the colors brighter, the journeys smoother, the heartbreak somehow beautiful, the delights to transcend the brief lifetime memory allows them, good work to seem a bit more possible.

I am not crying, but I'm giving it serious consideration.

You would know, if you were a thing that could know, many things I did, many things I said that I'm glad no other human heard, many things I wished I could have said to another human, many things I saw that no one else will ever see. You were connected physically to the interior of my ears, which makes it hard not to imagine you could even have known some of the things I thought, some of which I went on to write at your urging, some of which I went on to bury in the songs you put into me.

Thank you.

Now I suppose I should put some real effort into finding my Shuffle, though perhaps it's best to spend some time just grieving before I try to move on.

2002-2009

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