I remember discovering The Feelies records about a decade ago. Something told me that it was so special that I should save them for a day when I gave up on music. I’ve done this with books too, refusing to read the last book in a series, or even the last pages. Finishing them seemed too fatalistic.
Now I’m older and though I haven’t given up on music, I now view my time-capsule hesitation efforts as pretentious. All it got me was a half-forgotten list of music and art that I cheated myself out of loving.
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