Wednesday, June 17, 2026

78 RPM

 

I wake up today to discover that I have become 78. How nice that would be if it meant I could spin around faster than ever, or that the revolutionary fervour of my youth was stronger and more passionate than ever. Alas, it merely means that I've lost what clarity I ever had, I often repeat myself endlessly and have become increasingly out of date.



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