‘2017’

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Someone in my dictionary is up to no good. Words slip, slide; old truths melt away as new ones emerge, dark and glutinous, always just out of reach. A perverse Oulipo experiment, run by charlatans who would destroy it. No more. I crawl back up the rabbit hole for relief.

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Fans of Animal Collective will recognise the opening sentence.

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  1. YES. ANIMAL COLLECTIVE.

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