After having soaked up some of Vice's stark view of controversial topics and having continued, for a while, the binge of short animations I started off with V&T the day after Terēze's 21st birthday, I moved on to articles about sexuality and its constantly developing role in modern society. Halfway through an article, I'm distracted by the voice, the articulation of words as said by a young boy, replacing the ambiance of the soundtrack up until that point. I listened to the words swell, then fade into violins and cold echoes and realized that I felt alone, and that it's a precious, wonderful thing. That I had mistaken the thoughts and the people crowding my mind for the core of the identity I possess, the very thing I had forgotten to let up for a breath of air. I savored it for a moment, then took action to write it down so as not to forget about it again, and subsequently lost it.
A Silver Mt Zion - Built Then Burnt (Hurrah! Hurrah!)
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