Guy Who Plays Albums On Mute, It Was Never Really About Sound For Him As Much As Feeling A Sense Of Progression

Hello! As of Wednesday, May 8th, 2024 at two p.m., I'm back! And I've got someone with me! Wanna introduce yourself, big boy?

um hi. nice to meet you i'm henry, you can call me HB for short. thanks a million for helping will out earlier. he's showing me how to use one of those things that reads out loud to you? and you read back to it? and he says you all can see it? it's radical. don't need my radio, even. which is good 'cause it's not cooperating at the moment. stupid thing.

And he uses the "he," the "him," and the "his" for third person references, as do I!

We'll be sharin' these digs for now, though we usually both reside en abime! We also might head out every so often for a bit of privacy.

“Digitized” a wonderful little cylinder I’ve got. Give it a listen by clicking the “Play” button above. Anyone have more info about the song or the singer?

Well hi there darlin! Fancied a gander round you blog and came across some mighty interestin things. Glad to see a fellow music appreciator here and welcome to the space~

Thank you kindly for the warm welcome — much appreciated! Pleasure to make your acquaintance!

您来自中国哪里?

广州!

hey will! what are your thoughts on the 1938 war of the worlds broadcast?

Ha! Ha! Don't think I knew of it 'til I was properly in the Abime, to be honest. Though I figure if there were Martians about I'd have seen them already!

bro do you like homestuck!?!?

Honest, can’t quite make sense of all these li’l’ grey fellas! If this is in regards to my “Likes,” I kinda hafta clamber from place to place on here, and I figure they pop up from all that commotion. Sorry for the trouble!

Though today someone showed me these “Boops”! Fascinating!

🍭I don't know who you are or why you followed us but you're really cool 😈😈😈

Thank you kindly! Come on in!

Did those cats perhaps look (or were described to look) like these?

Close! According to her description, it was a bit more like this:

Log #5

Number five of logs. Henry told me about a memory again. Some night when he was rustling about a little abandoned church on a hill and came outside and the sun had just set. And he sat on the grass cross legged and unwrapped a ham sandwich he’d packed from home. And he says in the kinda big valley expanse below, little twinkling lights started rising from the grass. Lightning bugs, he says they are. Like a fly with a little light bulb strapped to its rear end. I can find photos of them now, sure, and I can imagine the kinda effect these things would have if you had a whole lot of them. And he says tons of these little things just started appearing, as the sky got real dark and the grass didn’t look like grass anymore, just real murky-like with these little specks of light swimming around in it.

And he says after he finished his sandwich he laid down on the grass and looked at the sky. Every single star had popped out. I know stars. I’ve seen a lot of them. Most of what I remember seeing, matter of fact, I think. Henry knows the constellations, which I don’t. And I ain’t ever seen a lightning bug in the flesh. But Henry says the stars in the sky were exactly like the lightning bugs in the valley. Which kinda helps me imagine.

I don’t think I’ve sat in the grass before. Or laid down in it. I can’t really remember a ton about grass. Henry says it smells nice. Especially in the nighttime, or the early morning. 

Opinions on Mal?

Mallory Jane’s swell — honest! I know we’ve had our disagreements. She thinks what I hafta say’s all baloney, but I don’t let it get to me. Henry likes her, and I trust his judgment, and I’m happy he’s still got someone a bit close to talk to. I appreciate her for lookin’ out for him.