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Every technological era gets its “retrowave” moment.

"SUMMER SOLSTICE AT STONEHENGE (Palindrome)

Sun!
In my halo,
open,
I mull its altar: All.

I plait its lost light.
I lag, emanating:
I lay a ray, align.

I tan a megalith gilt.

Solstitial pillar, at last illumine —
pool a hymn in us."

—@anthonyetherin.bsky.social

"A sort of innocent decadence follows."

Among the greatest works of impermanence is the idea of permanence.

DJ Regime Change.