J Cage remembered in blue bathroom #03.4.1. Utilitarian composition written exclusively for cellphones. Composer's name will never be recorded, per his desire to embody a spirit in motion, rising against the silent tyranny of the medusa-like digital gaze that turns all to eternally frozen ones and zeroes.
Said composer painfully lusts after Exhausted Mermaid.
He wept, "Why do you pass by without a fiery thought or smoldering glance for me? Why don't I populate your universe, your sweet midnight dreams? Oh Exhausted Mermaid. You set my heart ablaze but brutally crush me with your intense indifference! Oh Mermaid! My avant-garde, minimalist compositions, the ones that so incisively deconstruct angry vinyl hipsterism, the ones I sold as cellphone ringtones to honor J Cage--they are all for you! And just you alone! But you will never know. You will never bother."