The Tape Recorded a Conversation No One Had
Digitizing home tapes, I found a familiar kitchen argument on an unlabeled cassette—except it mentioned things that hadn’t happened yet. Then I heard my own adult voice.
Digitizing home tapes, I found a familiar kitchen argument on an unlabeled cassette—except it mentioned things that hadn’t happened yet. Then I heard my own adult voice.
I pressed record to catch the taps inside my wall. Each question I asked was met with a single knock—from the same place—until I stopped speaking altogether.