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Someone I love, I mean someone I really, truly, seriously, deeply, irrevocably love, someone I barely speak with anymore, sent me a snippet of music he'd been working on the other day. He likes to play blues guitar. He's good at it. He noodles in his basement "man cave"—postmodernist lingo for "den"—with his computer.
The snippet sounded outright frenetic to me. Frenetic blues?
He lives deep within the metropole. He is connected to everyone via wireless electronics around the clock... not even slowing on vacation anymore. He is one of you, fully engaged in the world.
Your idea of civilization has rearranged your brains. You are unrecognizable already.
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