Record Scratch

(Written 19-20 February 2020.)

The scratching at the end of the record. As hypocritical as it is, coming from one of a generation way beyond the record player, I think that’s the best description of what I am. What I feel. What exists. What doesn’t try to suit a mood, or fit a person, or satisfy the need of a moment or a lifetime. It’s just… what is, at the beginning and end of anything you want. An unapologetic dissonance of something of itself coming into being, and an arrogant, selfish unmelody of something that is ending… whether or not it’s ready to.