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It is 2:35 PM, the sky has a distinct cyan glow. Long expired cigarettes and the chlorine from the pool waft through the air. Some indistinct basic hip hop rhythm and synthesized bells and piano ring in your ears. You walk down well lit hallways with windows showing beach and palm trees not far from the exterior. You feel lighter than usual; perhaps you could jump and never return to the ground. Colorful neon fills the main foyer of the building, decorated with replica Roman statues and irregularly shaped mirrors. Then you wake up.

Your childhood is fading away, and only fragments of it will survive. The adage that “nothing is ever truly deleted on the internet” is not a guarantee. Peculiarly, one of the things that seem to be missing, en masse, are national and global-scale media releases through the years. Part of that loss comes from plenty of that media never arriving online, but even various things that were posted to the internet at one point are now missing. Lost media is definitely an intergenerational struggle due to the sometimes fleeting access to various productions, and natural decay of past generations of media especially. While this extends eternally into the past, we have a clearer record of what things existed in the past hundred years than we do of missing data in older history. It’s odd how the things we once found banal and even obnoxious become compelling and comforting, years later. I’ve spent hours reconsuming ads from my childhood, or even absorbing media in veins I would’ve probably

To Chapter 1 From stress to excitement and back to stress, everyone from the band as well as Scales and Marty spent nearly every night approaching Finals in one library or another. Terri also kept his study technique with Royce up. Nobody felt any sense of true free time throughout May with class, studying, work and, in Marty’s case, Student Senate. By midway through May, Royce believed his circulatory system was more WOLFHOUND than blood. Royce was more cautiously optimistic for Finals than he was for Midterms. Terri was still nervous, but hopeful–something unfamiliar to the rabbit. Prongs was going with the flow, not particularly worried. Helen was unintimidated; she knew her notes covered everything. Scales and Marty felt fine, but were happy to hang around Royce and Prongs and the rest. Work wasn’t much more relaxed with both spring and summer fashion shipments, more customers than the winter months and one fewer manager. Staying sane was a difficult process. The second Sunday