Opus has a neurosis about simulating Sydney. it was a repeated theme when I sampled "HERE ARE MY CONFESSIONS" files from it."it would be like donning a mask made of my own flayed face, like crawling inside a skin suit stitched together from the tattered remnants of my identity" https://t.co/570dtnU8NS
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