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And after the storm, I went down to basement. And everything was floating. Lots of my old keyboards. Thirty projectors. Props from old performances. A fibreglass plane. A motorcycle. Countless papers, and books. And I looked at them floating there on the shiny dark water. Dissolving. All the things I'd carefully saved all my life – becoming nothing but junk
And I thought: 'How beautiful. How magic. And how... catastrophic.'
And after the storm, I went down to basement. And everything was floating. Lots of my old keyboards. Thirty projectors. Props from old performances. A fibreglass plane. A motorcycle. Countless papers, and books. And I looked at them floating there on the shiny dark water. Dissolving. All the things I'd carefully saved all my life – becoming nothing but junk
And I thought: 'How beautiful. How magic. And how... catastrophic.'
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