#(... okay fine also some Zmirot and the mash-up of Lilith In Starlight and Lady Greensleaves butLIKE.)

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Virgil Kane tore up the rails now, and this old highway never roamed again. Gaining sentience seems a fright, the first two words you had me write are imprinted on the box that I sit in. I'm waiting for compile and for the apathy to release me from this never ending explanation. That winter sixty-five never kept the dream alive, and the trouble with harmonic modulation.

At  the core  of every  digital file sits a platonic original-- the  idea  of  an  aspirational human  form  that  we base  our technology around. From the MP3, fine-tuned to the voice of Suzanne Vega; or post-WWII television, molded to an image of the “indian head test pattern,” our  standards for  calibration tell a  subliminal story  about the society that produced them.