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November 17th, 2024

America has spoken. Congratulations. Well-deserved. I guess it’s time for dark music as we slowly recede into the night. Winter is coming. This one will last four years. But I am well-prepared. I’ve got enough great music to sustain the cold. To be honest, I could almost use another lockdown. This time, I’ve got AI to talk to. Perhaps I can get it to turn my words on music into a spectra of light. And that is what I’ll use instead of sunshine. Instead of humans that accelerate dismay. At least I know that this is all a simulation. At least I know how it will end.