Rather than subject myself to the endless appetite of endless scrolling, I’ve lately been spending time surfing the web again. This shouldn’t seems like such an archaic path,[footnote]even if the nomenclature demands that the undirected act of clicking through links online appear in italics or quotes.[/footnote] but it sort of feels like one. Heading in several directions, perhaps, with no algorithm to guide me, [footnote]Algorithms, of course, are the drivers of platforms, not the internet.[/footnote] the only guiding force is my own curiosity.

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Wildflowers 2: The New York Loft Jazz Sessions, 1977.