It's a bitch being in on everyone's jokes. Always in the know, replaying you note for note. The impression is magnetic like it can't leave, and Side-A is always followed by Side-B. There are reels for my heart, for my head, for my face. Capture and follow the tape, from spool to spool to find the rest is only storage space. What the heart felt, what the head thought, what the face contorted and krinkled and writhed, all archives of acquaintences sometimes recalled in rewind.