🖋️ Letter from the Editor
As published in The Daily Tremor, Vol. XXXIII
Dearest Gentle Reader,
Something peculiar was just overheard through the neurospicy surveillance grid.
This morning, two espresso cups were found abandoned on a marble balcony overlooking the Amalfi coast.
One bore a lipstick smudge.
The other — a fingerprint smudged with turmeric.
A nearby pigeon was said to be behaving “in a manner inconsistent with standard avian protocol”.
The Elusive Author has indeed struck again.
Sources close to the NERO SANGUE confirm that she was seen deep in conversation with someone who looked very much like the frontman of Måneskin — at a boutique recording studio that doesn’t appear on Google Maps.
Or Waze.
Later that day a voice was reported — unstudied, untrained, unrepentant — rising from a kitchen somewhere in the South.
No symptom log. No documentation.
Most certainly no melody.
The soundtrack?
Aggressively non-medical. Unapproved. Untranslated. Unbothered. Italian.
And —
movement returned.
Colour resumed.
The self re-entered the room.
Surveillance footage recovered. Source unclear. Location unconfirmed. Now classified Elusive Author testing Music Medicine. Outcome… promising and under review.
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We are not prepared to call this a cure.
Nor a miracle. Nor a protocol.
But the event has been marked.
Archived.
Echoed in the ether. In a language far older than Emoji.
What changed? Not medication. Not mindfulness:
Music. Måneskin Music to be precise.
One source claims they heard laughter.
Another reported the phrase “neuronal recalibration through sonics and sequins.”
Fieldwork?
Foreplay?
It depends who you ask.
Either way — something shifted.
Surveillance rarely requires subtitles. But sometimes, a beat drops… and so do our preconceptions.
Somewhere in that distortion — that riff, that roar — something recalibrated.
And as for the one doing the singing? Reports vary amongst otolaryngologists. They say the footage is inconclusive.
We say: look for yourself — and be the judge.
Just don’t expect a talent show.
This isn’t Britain’s Got Talent.
And whatever you do, dear reader — do not trust the algorithms.
Expect more leaks. Watch the pigeons.
Yours in sequins and secrecy —
—The Editor-in-Chief
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