Friends of Gabriel Chantayan

so my mother let herself into my kitchen today (schlüsseldienst, she has one, dont ask) and stood there holding up my hamsun paperback like it was a murder weapon. but the real crime was what came next: she started lecturing me about how 'real music collections are on cd' and that my laptop full of 128kbps mp3s is 'not a collection, its a landfill.' mutter, please. youre the one who still buys albums at kaufland because theyre 9.99 and you dont even unwrap them. you put them on a shelf next to the dvd of der schuh des manitu and call it kultur. cds have been dead since the napster era ended and the last holdouts are people who think jewel cases count as interior design. i told her the only discs worth owning are the ones gabriel pressed himself and she walked out. which is fine. she doesnt get it. none of them get it. the format is irrelevant. the signal is what matters. if you need a polycarbonate circle to feel close to the transmission you are already lost.