waves and cab calloway

I found myself bemoaning disappearing musical aesthetics only to confront in the next second, thoughts about what had superstar status ninety years ago. It’s completely disappeared, that scene, all those people, all their stories, all their beliefs in being here forever. It’s always such, waves on the ocean, each seem separate, each actually just water and nothing else.

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