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It is always there is something that poisons everything. It is last night in my Boston apartment, a night before the final big move and I was in the middle if heavy packing. Suddenly as lighting stroke me: I was moving my moved audio equipment from one bedroom to another bedroom, letting the carper guy to do his job, as suddenly I realized that I did not move my End of Life Phonostage. All my equipment was sitting in one bedroom and all of it has one way or another some kind of handles. The End of Life Phonostage has no handles of any kind and I do remember that whatever I moved I used handles. I dropped everything and rushed to my new place and for sure I did not see my phonostage.  I do distinctly remember that I move it, right on the seat of my car, driving very gently in order do not fuck up the air capacitors, and now it look like it gone. If it so then it is VERY sad!!!

I heard that during the move the things walk. Over the last 2 week I have contractors working in my new place. I do feel very confident and comfortable about them, still where the hell my phonostage? I am sure no one need it beside me, particularly without power supply, still the bedroom is the only room where all equipment sits and the phonostage is not there.  If it were lost then phonostage itself is not a big deal but it had the Expressive Technologies SU2 transformer in it and this is non-replaceable. This feeling of lost phonostage really poisons my entire getting new house ceremony and I am very upset…

Is it God punished me for the overly ambitions name of the phonostage – “The End of Life Phonostage” or is it some kind of sarcastic message of him for my arrogant treatment of the phonostage as the last statement of pnonocorrector?  I do not know.  I was driving back to Boston to continue packing and was thinking that I would need a new phonostage – I so do not want to deal with phonostages anymore…

Anyhow, I got home and I am not in the mood the pack. A few thousands LPs left to be packed but I have no feel to touch the vinyl.  Fuck it, I will ask the movers to pack it tomorrow, I am in the moaning for my “The End of Life Phonostage”…

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