Undesignated Proximate by dgoHn
“The great thing about jazz is hearing people work out how to deal with each other in real time,” I say.
The realisation that the people in question are all just ghosts conjured by some guy’s laptop never comes. If it did it could only prompt a crisis, proving that all my semi-clever lines were not just facile but genuinely worthless with it.
In the place of revelation: music. Enjoy it. I have and am.











