Trail of destereoed.

Through my life I have had tons and tons of headphone. During use, while stowed away, chewed up by feralish pets. Most all have died a grisly death in a trail behind me.

One would think I would be used to it but I never will.

Another vibrant pair has found it's end while being tucked away in my backpack. I will do what I can to mend it. Duct tape and gentle touches.

Nonetheless I know it's days are numbered.