Blue_Opossum

Morning of June 30, 2018. Saturday.



The setting is unknown but implied to be our present home. I had been given an audio tape with music on it, from an unknown young male. Zsuzsanna is present. The music is like a mix of dub and progressive rock and has a science-fiction theme.

The tape is about as wide as reel-to-reel tape. It is shiny white but otherwise has the same texture. I attempt to play it by putting it in a large device in which one end of the tape goes up at an angle, about a foot away, onto what looks like an oversized spool for a sewing machine. This is set up inside a cupboard near floor level.

It plays at times but keeps getting jammed. I notice that it is irregularly encircling the higher spool to my right. The rest of the audio tape in transit is not touching anything as it winds around the higher spool from the other part of whatever I am using to “play” its audio. I get annoyed, take it out, and realize that it will not play correctly, as it has a buildup of gray spots on it, which I call “gray oxide”. I am slightly annoyed at being given a older audio tape that will not play correctly.

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