things mysteriously disappear and things hang around too long and you don't even notice when people do. 

i guess that sent me on a little tangent, thinking about a girl i once lived with who was in a band called the mysteries of life before we knew each other, then she was in another band down the street from my place, then she moved out and i moved out and later she died in los angeles and i heard about it a couple years after. well it was a very brief time, and mysteriously long ago and yet recent in a way—still i was stunned.  anyway that's just what i was thinking, and as things disappear or malinger or just kind of hover invisibly, it feels like we have to try to record something, not for posterity, but for now.