La Grande Sfida
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Tuesday. Matrix tonight for La Grande Sfida: Mario Più, Joy Kitikonti, Zicky and a room full of people apparently treating the night like competitive sport. I love how seriously everyone takes preference. `”Mario Più.”` `”No, Zicky.”` `”Kitikonti.”` As though at four in the morning somebody will issue an official ruling and confiscate the losing records. I don’t want a winner. I want all of it. The harder, stranger, more hypnotic my music becomes, the less interested I am in choosing one flag.
Remember me, Eclipse.
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