Feeds:Saturday, third week of Easter
When I was a child, I would often wake from dreams with a sense of tragic loss from discovering something in the dream and knowing that I'd probably never find it in the waking world. Now that I am grown, I haven't quite put away childish things: I wake up, and can immediately google for whatever it is that I now fervently hope exists, whether it be the Congressman's March or the not-so-famous painter Jayce Corbin-Watts, and confirm that it doesn't google-exist (which is close to, but not the same as, actual existence). Then I feel the sense of tragic loss.
And they said Google was changing everything. It's just a newer, dimmer mirror.
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