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❝ "A city that repeats itself endlessly, hoping something will stay in its mind"
❝ ...when love is gone there's always force. And when force is gone, there's always justice. And when justice is gone, there's always mom....
❝ a mix of daydreams about the future of music, theories on the use of language in music, practical schemes to avoid the usual traps, and drafts of soundscapes
❝ Every love story is a ghost story
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