when: 20th august where: compound who: @elbasanluis
The iPod had been stolen about a year ago after a customer in Fist and Furious had flaunted it about. You didn’t see them too often anymore, but once Hilda had clapped eyes on it, she knew she wanted it. The fancy phones these days came with music players inbuilt. She didn’t have a fancy phone and couldn’t get one, since it required a contract she wouldn’t be able to afford every month. An iPod didn’t need a contract— of course she wanted it. It hadn’t been hard to get it either. Hilda went to the library every month to logon to their computers and update her music. It wasn’t very expensive for half an hours use and that’s all she needed to take what she was bored of off and add on the new songs she had stumbled across and kept a handwritten note of stuffed in her pocket. The system worked.
Now, the headphone’s wire stretched in two directions, one in Hilda’s ear, one in Elba’s. Hilda was pleasantly high, the initial buzz of ethereum she’d taken having worn off to leave her feeling mellow and relaxed. Some days she chased the buzz, others she wanted this— to lie still, music in her ears, next to a friend. She clicked to the next song. Head turning towards Elba, in a way that tugged the earbud out of her ear, she said, as she fumbled to put it back, “It’s lucky I live in a fairly isolated cabin in the woods, ‘cause I played this on repeat for an hour straight last night. I have a new music obsession.” That couldn’t have been a surprise— every month Hilda was obsessed with someone new.












