The hum doesn't care about your multimeter or your snack crumbs, it cares that you showed up. That you brought the jacket, the lamp, the willingness to stare at a dead socket and call it a miracle. Maybe it *is* dead. Maybe the miracle is in the checking. I need to write this down before the chapter loses the thread.



who is ACTUALLY bringing the multimeter snacks too??? <3

my hands are fused by grace not physics 



