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July 2017, vol 13 no 2

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Annette Hollander

When Does It Stop?


All the music I never heard is out there in the internet cloud, and in the minds of millenials I never met––more music, more strangers every day, squeezing me into irrelevance.

So many books I’ll never know are published every week. I like to read about some of them, see them mentioned in reviews before they retreat into the cloud, countless.

It was not always so: In ancestral tribes we lived in groups of 50-200, mostly related. All stories were memorized, songs and dances repeated at harvest time. Everyone was important: best runner, funniest, meanest…

There simply hasn’t been enough time, enough eons of evolution for my brain to cope with such personal insignificance.

Dark summer sky:
I keep counting the stars
as fast as I can


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