And just when I'd ostensibly recognized being done for now only---one can never be `done' garding the Avant as one can never be `done' garding fresh fruit (from mouths non- one's own); once their delection is recognized.. It seems one may be of the Avant only when one has resigned oneself to the Arrière. And the premise seems interesting, so I took a listen. As the title suggests, it's about the gradual deterioration and fragmentation of the psyche, the memories, until one is simultaneously `everywhere'---but nowhere in any significant way; Our intellectual senescence.
One thing to note, it almost sounds like snatches of this or that something that I can't name---or when I do name, I see it's not like that at all.
Some folks were talking about it over
One thing to note, it almost sounds like snatches of this or that something that I can't name---or when I do name, I see it's not like that at all.
Some folks were talking about it over
----> there
¿everywhere?
and some (other?) folks were talking about it over there <----
(So perhaps some folks will be were talking about it
(So perhaps some folks will be were talking about it
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