The slowest song wasn't always the best idea in the world, thus being a bad choice to make. But we still do it anyway. It slows down, eventually, and there isn't a whole lot of grief left to go spread out to it. Stuff goes away, and there are times when that is good to know.
I think that's part of why I don't care strongly for photographs. Photographic art, yes, but not the keepsakes or mementos that will be crammed in a tacky waste of resources. I understand their personal value. I have a few. Not exactly a shoebox full, more like bookmarks or coasters if I'm choosing not to be careful. It's a moderate issue. I don't like time off.
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