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It’s a beautiful evening. The tui are sending out their last and simplest songs of the day, just a few notes. The bellbirds in the Marlborough Sounds–that are not Sounds, neither are the fiords of Fiordland fiords–at their most improvisatory outdo tui, and are often mistaken for

hope for change from this, so we have sort of drifted into another bubble and we have all but we have not done it collectively desperation is it? leading many to hope from here we cannot go back there how to be certain? vamos lentos por que vamos lejos or

Did they act in wartime, like, you know, it was just a good idea? Like it was a good idea to stop people congregating by shutting down things like public communication (wifi) services? (Although loose lips sink ships.) Like, it was a good idea just to stay in your bubble?

I’ve had time to reconsider my previous post. You might have guessed I would. After all, I was just scratching the surface… to see what might come out… It was not what I intended to say. I had in fact wanted to suggest that the virtual amplification of the

But I bet now you don’t want to. Go viral that is. Of the many ironies amplifying the sense of unreality around global events, the friction of that rub caused by a mismatch in speeds between the old animal and the new social frames of reference of near-as-speed-of-light-as-possible instantaneity