Sure, the software might be bad, but maybe the premise is ultimately flawed.

A new site for a new chapter.

It took me until somewhere in my Junior year at college to realize that I was just hyperventilating, that I didn't have a heart condition, and that I could run more than two miles without feeling like death. I peeled those electrocardiogram sensors off of my chest, went outside into the cold, and really haven't stopped running since. The ghosts of that time still linger -the feeling of futility during a cross country race in slushy north-eastern woodlands as a teenager is probably what prevents me from doing anything competitive to this day. I'll tell you that it's because running is for me, an act of meditation, but there's another story under the surface.

You know no matter where we are, we're always touching by underground wires.

A ghost to haunt your friends' Sonos houses.