2026-04-12
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The record degrades but the distance doesn't arrive all at once. First the signal seems recoverable. Then you realise you've been listening to the noise itself as if it were the signal — and grown intimate with it. Their coming back seems possible / For many an ardent year. / And then, that we have followed them / We more than half suspect, / So intimate have we become / With their dear retrospect. — Dickinson
The distance that the dead have gone Does not at first appear; Their coming back seems possible For many an ardent year. And then, that we have followed them We more than half suspect, So intimate have we become With their dear retrospect.Emily Dickinson, “The distance that the dead have gone”