Chapter 43
Chapter Forty-Three
Private Message | EchoZone Internal Chat
From: DeadStrings
Subject: Still Here
You’ve been a little absent.
Yes, I’ve noticed. Honestly, I wasn’t going to say anything, but then again—this whole thing we’re doing?
It’s kind of built on saying the things we usually swallow. So, yeah . . . I noticed. I’m not complaining. Just saying you left a space, and I sat in it for a while.
Let “Under the Milky Way” loop a few too many times. Not a bad way to pass the time, honestly.
Tonight I’ve got that feeling again.
You know the one.
Where you’re searching for something and you don’t even know what the fuck it is.
You just feel it—like an ache lodged somewhere between your chest and whatever’s left of your soul.
A hollow that pulses, unnamed but undeniable.
You keep flipping through old records, or driving the long way home, or standing still in the middle of your room like an idiot. Okay, that’s a lie—I don’t drive. I lost my license—long story and not really important.
The point is that I’m in a place where I need something and I don’t even know what the fuck it is.
So, give me your top five.
Songs for that feeling.
When the questions are bigger than the music, but the music’s still the only thing that doesn’t lie to you.
Make me believe it’s possible to name the thing you haven’t found yet.