In memorandum

Oh iPhone headphones! We were such friends, you and I! Inseparable, you stayed snuggly plugged in my head while I hummed along to the Suburbs, discussed predestination with Jusje over the phone during rush hour, and fell asleep as you soothingly whispered the "Girl who played with fire" in my ear.

Now, yet again, we are parted as Dobby murdered you for the seventh time.

It's eerily silent without you, friend. You are sorely missed.