Except, in a baffling and depressing turn of events, I do appear to have lost my happy hardcore CDs. I was writing a post, and I thought I should upload a particular track to illustrate it. So, I start looking through my CDs, and there’s no DJ Sy, no Hixxy, no Unknown And The Evolution. I can’t really explain it. Did I leave them in England? Did I really prepare to move a couple of thousand miles by discarding these CDs, pausing only to rip a copy of Raver’s Choice No. 7? Or perhaps they were stolen? Did the people who pinched my laptop also rifle through my CDs looking for mid-90s dance music from the north of England? Neither explanation is very satisfying.
Man is what he is not, and is not what he is.
And, of course, infinite thought’s recent extraordinary idea is not just TV gold, but also an exemplary humanism-beyond-humanism.