lo fi

­What’s this music?
Some lo-fi stuff.
There’s no tune. There’s no words. Noise.
It’s sound.

The cd player reproduces tape-noise and the sound of a diamond scratching a groove in vinyl. The sounds speed up and slow down. There is ever-changing pattern. Now the cd skips. Is this an extension of the philosophy? Presenting us with the side-effects of obsolete technology in digital clarity, then rendering the cd unreadable.

The rabbit was pure black. It will do him good to have a pet. It’s good for a child to have something living to take responsibility for. He’ll have to be gentle and patient with the timid creature. It’ll be his job to clean it out regularly. And when it dies - well he’s got to learn about death one day.
The black rabbit was named Nibbler. The boy was named Mark. The rabbit was called Nibbler because he nibbled. The boy was named Mark because he noticed and noted. The Latin for a mark was nota. He found this out later.
The rabbit’s whiskers were fine and delicate. He sniffed and felt at things. He approached the large being cautiously. He felt the warmth and the quick pulse of life with the fine whiskers. The boy was still. He knelt on the grass in the sunshine. The black rabbit moved forwards on the bright green grass. He sniffed and pulled back. He felt safest when not moving at all. The boy and the rabbit were sitting on the bright grass in warm sunshine. They were surrounded by wire mesh unrolled into a large circle. There was a new hutch behind the garage, next to the water-butt and the large roller. The roller was two large cylinders of heavy iron on an axle with a heavy handle. It was for flattening the lawn. You pushed or pulled it along and when you turned round to do another strip the two cylinders rotated in opposite directions. That was how it turned.
Nibbler moved closer to the boy because he could see something orange in the pink hand. It smelled good. He stretched his nose up against the carrot. The rabbit was long, it was stretching out ready to pull back to stillness and safety. When nothing else happened he pulled his back legs up and sat close to the boy. He nibbled the carrot. The boy glanced through the hexagonal shapes in the wire. He looked at Nibbler.
He was called Mark because he was warlike. Mars was the Roman god of war.

Nibbler became ill. He could not live with the other rabbit. He moved house to the greenhouse at the bottom of the garden. Mark and his parents and his sister looked after Nibbler in the greenhouse but one day the foolish rabbit fell off something and broke his leg. The vet put him to sleep. Then Nibbler was just a thing. He would never wake up again so they put him in a box and buried that in the garden, near the greenhouse. The boy realised that rabbits died and became things, shockingly cold and unmoving.
He knew he should not have put Nibbler in the greenhouse when he was ill. It was not the right place for a rabbit. His mother might have said something like why do things like this always happen to our family?

There were other animals. Sometimes rabbits that are getting old become a bit wild. We can take them to a wood where lots of rabbits live. They will be happier there. We’ll set them free there.
Nibbler was his responsibility and he had put it in a dangerous place, where he broke his leg. Once he knelt on a baby gerbil, killing it. That wasn’t as bad because they were the babies of his sister’s gerbil. There were a lot of them. His own gerbils lived for a long time and then they died. They put the limp things into boxes and buried them.