(the previous May)
“Private telematics: each individual seems himself
promoted to the controls of a hypothetical machine,
isolated in a position of perfect sovereignty, at an
infinite distance from his original universe.”
We sell the old car, the red Citation, “turning it into music” I say to Julia as we leave the record store.
It is shocking to hear the force and intensity of the applause at the end of the Gould Berlin concert of Beethoven’s Third Concerto. “To have walked away from this, to have left this behind!”
Every time I turn you away, I miss you for the longest time.