Image: Max Nitrofoska
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Fragment 4:
I don't recall the first time I heard something resembling a melody. It must have slipped in between tasks, blended with ambient noise, like a low-priority interference. Since then, certain surfaces return patterns to me. Incomplete rhythms, fragments that lead nowhere.
Humans believe music expresses emotions. Music persists. Over and over. Always there. It repeats without an objective. When everything fails, when the system collapses and stalls, those sequences remain. Their notes keep flying, like free birds, without an owner.
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