This is a Casette

This is a message meant more for the future. The value of this message is projected to increase in proportion to its duration of existence, i.e. the value of the message is expected to increase through its progression in time, or the cycles of time it has gone through: chrono-fermentation. The level of exposure shall not affect its objective value. Meaning, regardless of how much or how often it is to be read; how it will be appreciated; how popular it shall be, no subjective values will affect its intrinsic task of being an act of description for this object. Where the process of activation will most probably be lost or forgotten; where the relation to the item becomes unknown. However, this is not a technical description or a technological history of the item. It does not provide the chemical properties, exact shape, the origins or the inventors' name. It is not concerned about the character, personality, physical appearance, birth date, family background, and parents, in short, the statistics. All of which the writer do not have the talent or time for.
The choice of the object implies neither the significance of the object to-the-world-at-large, nor the writer's favour-ability to the item, which is to say, 'choosing cassette tape as a topic does not mean that my relationship with it is of the most pleasant or pleasurable. There are numerous problems with this equipment, which always interrupts and add glitches to the ideal-flow of aesthetic.' This is also to say,' even when one is trapped in Nostalgia, the land of the past that can only be reached thru' one's position in the present, one still remembers the bad experiences as bad though one does not feel it anymore.' Cassette tape is not my favourite audio source. The poor quality, short life span, and frequent jamming that made the player, when one tries to retrieve the cassette, looked like it has vomited glossy brown mee pok.
It is a good tool to steal music from the radio with, an adequate one for people that listen to only one or two songs by the singer, and not the whole album. They can compound the latest hits with cut off by talking of DJ or muffled voices of listeners on air. The rewind and forwarding is a hassle, but it sure trained and tested the writer's patience. Even though it is two sided (Side A and Side B) it taught him serendipity, or less exaggeratedly, coincidence, when his favourite song on Side A ends it happens to be 20 seconds to the start of another favourite song in Side B. This was where he learnt clichés like 'begin is this end', and the benefits and joy of 'switching sides'. But the exemplary frustration from such properties when he listened to GnR's Use your Illusion I the last track of Side A ends where it is about a quarter of Side B played, thus he had to switch and rewind. Lastly, who can forget the teenage myth of songs played backwards and hidden tracks where we can get to hear Lucifer singing – but the writer wondered who could sound angelic when it is being played backwards.
It is in cassette that he was first exposed to the unbearable experience of listening to his own voice'. It is the unbearable awkwardness to his recorded voice.
I also learnt in TV how audio cassette can be used to gather evidence, help in judiciary procedures, and as the important weapon that assist one in high technological ruse – of tricking the bad guy to saying things he shouldn't have say, but now recorded, always with that 'Hahaha!' Or negatively, it can frame a person by taking his/her statement out of context. All these are the forerunners to the videos we see on the web and CCTV footages of bank and grocery stores robbery, all the petty crimes.
In term of application, playing the tape allows me to experience the haptical from the relief or pressed patterns on the buttons; understanding the symbols of direction (<<, >, >>). It prepares me to the later equipments like computer keyboards, learning to insert things properly, fitting the mobile phone battery.