One of my current non-writing pet projects has been going through my sisters decade old CD collection and figuring out what’s on some of the vaguely labelled burnt CDs and seeing what condition they are in. I came up on a CD that was mysteriously titled “Two” and was so degraded there was a visible hole in the shiny side. I wanted to see if it would even play, and it half works. The other half was the most cursed listening experience: no audio, just the sound of the CD player struggling to read, interspersed with various 4-5 second snippets of mostly unintelligible Nickelback (and maybe some Creed), which would occasionally be interrupted by Last Resort by Papa Roach. This went on for genuinely at least ten minutes. It felt like I was playing with a spirit box looking for the ghost of Chad Kroeger.