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the funny thing about the confessional (like this one) is that it’s a displaced act of listening, a repetition of a localised cultural imaginary. No form of speech outside of what you remember of momentary relations or pixellated heart // I love you I hate you let’s get a coke, techno One Direction melodrama. Having nothing to say and saying it anyway just like I am doing right now; maybe what a playlist is in the very first place.

–Trisha Low at the music blog Largehearted Boy

 

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