Just like with silent priests walking through the spacious empty halls of the basilica, sepulchral choirs echo in language lost long ago.
Perhaps even in the wake of the oblivion of memories, they still have been recorded, for that is the nature of things. Most things, anyway. Like how 'Big Brother is Watching You' is achievable with such devices. There is a point to it that there does exist something that records things only too well - the mind. And the body that is connected to that mind is a person, who remembers.
And if the music of life changes and by extension the mood? I might go cynical. I might start calling out on the ridiculous things around me.
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