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The history of sound, lost daily.
If I had time to think about how lonely I was I’d probably shoot myself.
history is personal, even when it isn’t.
the afterlife itself—the supposed end of the sunlit ramp—is likely a space imagined by people hoping to ease their grief for the ones they’ve lost.
It’s a function of escapism—nostalgia.
I wouldn’t wish an uneventful life on my worst enemy.”