But who cares? Memory isn't about reality, and neither is music. It's about the comforting reflections we want to hold o — Spitznagel, Eric
But who cares? Memory isn't about reality, and neither is music. It's about the comforting reflections we want to hold o — Spitznagel, Eric
But who cares? Memory isn't about reality, and neither is music. It's about the comforting reflections we want to hold o — Spitznagel, Eric
But who cares? Memory isn't about reality, and neither is music. It's about the comforting reflections we want to hold o — Spitznagel, Eric
But who cares? Memory isn't about reality, and neither is music. It's about the comforting reflections we want to hold o — Spitznagel, Eric
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But who cares? Memory isn't about reality, and neither is music. It's about the comforting reflections we want to hold on to, even if they're mostly bullshit.

— Spitznagel, Eric
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