all I will be remembered for
This is all I will be remembered for in the words of two men, one called Wallis, and the other called Linehan. You know one of them. The other you might not know. There may be more than just these men, but I want to focus on just these two for the time being, because their understandings of me are sonically and lyrically resonant. Both men know me, though we have never spoke. They know where I live. They know all the names I have ever been called. There's a type of quantum suicide on display here, at friction with an immortal personhood. These two men know how I feel, all that I hold close. Their knowledge comes from an open wound, one that is open to be inspected. Their salt is salt that fits. I do not think these men know just how much they know about me, but in an act of preservation for myself and those near to me, I have to remain scared. The condition of my ...
