Dear Station — Sisukiro Science Desk (record panic)

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[Spoken Word]
[Intimate late-night radio register, warm, unhurried]
One note from the booth: the panic when you can't find a record you own is real — your brain stores where before what. Spatial memory and the hippocampus grieve a moved object like a small loss. You are not being dramatic. You are being a mammal.