Work Text:
Whatever it is that transforms the name of an odd bachelor uncle into an unquiet ghost, the crackle of the cassette tape into taut desire, the warm hum of the photocopier into revolution: that's what Sam believes in. It's just behind the surface of the world, everywhere. And when she and Lonnie sit at the Ouija board, daring each other to believe they're touching the dead, when she's out at a show somewhere in Portland and she lets the noise carry her as it condenses all of time and space into one kinetic, white-hot present -- that's when it breaks through.