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I’m not an engineer. I’m a person who keeps things. My grandmother used to tell me stories about how objects hold memories; she would cradle a chipped teacup and tell me the wind that was blowing the first time she drank from it. I thought about that when I picked up the DVD player: flat, heavier than it looked, with the faint smell of smoke and lemon oil. The drawer didn’t open.

She laughed and then she didn’t. She pointed at the player and said, “He always called it better. Said it made everything sound brighter.” Her fingers went to the label where someone had written the model. “He told me once,” she added, “that machines can keep our voices when we can’t.” goldmaster sr525hd better

I set the goldmaster on the table and wiped it with the edge of my sleeve. Its model number felt like a clue. I thought of “better” as a plea. Maybe someone had written it hoping it could be improved. Maybe it was a dare. I’m not an engineer