briefly

at the fork:

"In one sense, things cease to exist when people stop talking about them."

dear marc richardson's brain,

um, no. you do not make things exist simply by talking about them. likewise, real life art does not vaporize when you cease to post about it on the internet.

sincerely,
uticas


P.S. what the fuck does this part even mean?:

"Music that could, from another perspective, seem dead because it's not being shared turns into something intimate that sparkles with a very specific kind of life. Sometimes I listen to 'Love Stepping Out', and it feels like I have the only copy of it in the world, and it ceases to exist whenever I put it back on the shelf."

do the boxer shorts i put in my hamper last night still exist? i better make sure.