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memory scrap lane
2006-02-13 @ 9:11 p.m.
the point of having an ex-box is so you don't come across shit relating to a variety of people when you're not expecting it. one. then another. and then another. if it's all tucked away in an ex-box, you know what you're getting yourself into. then again, the upside of having scraps of memories tucked away haphazardly in random places is that you don't even know where to start looking for them when you want to torture yourself, so you can't, and you don't. whereas here, now. it's all around me. everything is a fucking memory. a memory of other things. of what i left behind when i left dc. of what i had there. so that right now, i'm not that in touch with what i left it all for. this intangible fucking golden land of san francisco? the problem, perhaps, is that cities can't love you back.
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