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There are also sudden, incandescent finds. I once stumbled on a transmitter in a language I didn’t know, broadcasting a choir singing in a cathedral with acoustics so generous it felt like being inside a shell. The sound unfurled into the room and pushed, briefly, against the furniture. Tears came while I sat with a cup of tea gone cold, astonished by the capacity of human voices to connect across languages and fiber-optic seams. The choir did not sing to me; they sang for themselves and for whatever the world had given them as an audience that evening. In that singing I recognized an odd democracy: the internet can make distance intimate without asking for permission.