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The year starts with winter silence on the brink of ancient forest near Kočevska Reka. And then the capitalist machine stops for a tiny insignificant primitive virus. And all field-recordists are in bliss. Finally, the world sounds as it should. What do I wish for: repopulation of the Earth with animals and slow depopulation of humans. I don’t mind dying in the process. Online events are hollowing but the only means we have to continue. Should we stop?