The song ended. Silence. The haze slowly settled.
She finally looked at me. Behind her glasses, her eyes were not the soft, forgetful eyes that asked me twice a week if I’d eaten. These were the eyes of a general. A lighting director. A woman who had stared into the abyss of 512 DMX channels and decided to rearrange them. grandma on pc crack enttec
But not the original. This was a chiptune MIDI version she had downloaded from a fan site. The irony was lost on her. The intensity was not. The song ended