I’m blogging again, apparently.
I’ve been back in NZ for over three weeks. How the hell did that happen?
Trying to piece together the last three years’ worth of cultural conversation. It isn’t straightforward. A lot of little things have changed, a lot of big things have moved forward.
Two weeks ago I pulled my old stereo out of the cupboard. It ran beautifully for six days, then decided it didn’t believe in such things as CDs, then three days after that decided okay, yes, it did believe in CDs and would play them again.
So I’m listening to a bunch of CDs I haven’t listened to since mid-2002, living in a place I haven’t lived in since 1997, seeing a surprising number of people I met on the other side of the world, and generally experiencing time in a fucked-up sort of way.
Today, while out walking, I understood that I am now every previous me.
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Welcome back Morgue.
old cd players are the best. my favourite was one that i dropped while drunk and then fixed, still while drunk. sadly it gave up on cds many moons ago. i hope your tower of power continues to hold on.
Hey Morgue, where are ya based at the moment? I’m pretty sure I saw you one the train one time, but I don’t think you recognised me