The best version of one of my songs arrived on the twenty-fourth of August with no return address. There is a shared shelf my computers sync finished tracks onto, and sitting on it that morning was a cut of a song called loner, the cut I liked best, the one with the kickless break in the middle and one fewer pass in the back half, uploaded at 7:23 that morning by a machine I could not identify. I searched every computer in the house, and each had an alibi, no shell history, no render logs, a source file still clean at an older revision, except one laptop, which lives offline and wasn't answering. A working directory somewhere had made this exact minute and a half of audio and vanished; I was left holding the record without the recipe.
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