The Cloud Must Have Cried Whole in My Head..

so. obviously i have found remnant discs.
one called "lydia".
as the years have passed i have grown to appreciate all that-human.
and i mean all.

old prescriptions. badly made cars.
shoes, computers.
ANYTHING that resembles intelligence i admire and hope for.

a comfort feeling i suppose. so..

one of Wade's comrades told me they had an old 'cd' player that i could use to hear the music on it.

[the only music i know is from very decaded stations; old radio waves]

i think it's a womans' voice.

she seems beautiful and pained.

and for some reason coerces red, flowing, hot things within me.

i hope for more.

until then. i am watching the roof of a very tall building with a walky-talky that no one will ever hear...