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2004-09-07 I’m remembering 1982, when the platinum hits seemed so close, seemed like we’d all have one soon. There was this bright vastness into which possibilities plunged, trailing vapors. There was a sense that we went with them somehow, in pieces, and that we’d meet up with ourselves on the other side of obscurity. There was no rush. Consolation Site: Five octaves |