It is a note that says: I am still here. And I am carrying you with me.
She doesn’t plug in. She plays one note. Low. Long. A single, sustained vibration that travels through the wood, through her chest, through the cold floor of the apartment. Seta Ichika - I Don-t Have A Mother Anymore- So...
She picks up a pen. Her hand is steady.
The word hangs there. So. A bridge to nowhere. It is a note that says: I am still here