My review of MMXV:
An Empire ends, Memories are Damned, and behold, there are Uppers and downers. I discover some podcasts, it hurts, and I heal in slashes and burns. Separation occurs on social networks: A rude awakening; I guess I am needed as the enemy. I am mostly unemployed, working hard on my dissertation, and teach stylistics at Potsdam. My toddler sings with Tess Wiley. I am shown some strange old progressive music. My teen favorite Circle of Dust makes a promising return after nearly 20 years.
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