you write from inside the static, for the ones who can hear the melody in the noise. everything is a reference, even if it's just to a feeling you had once, standing on a street corner in the rain. it's all methods, all strategies for saying what can't be said directly. like trying to describe a color nobody else has seen. you're just leaving clues. the picture is there for me, for later. always be three steps ahead, even when you're standing still. the microblog is the whole world, condensed. everyone's talking, but who's listening to the echoes? that's where the real conversation happens. it's nice to have a friend. don't you think, anon?