When I finally packed it away to move, I wrapped the receiver in an old linen towel, careful with the knobs as if handling a book of poems. The editor in me appreciated the irony: to hammer out a work is to remake it, to compress meaning into new form. The receiver, repacked, was both tool and artifact—an edition that would outlive the hands that had tuned it, carrying its particular voice like a marginal note in a long conversation.
