December 2009
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The ending of a year is a monumental event to me for reasons unknown. It could be that I have an irrational need to quantify the last 365 days into a series of
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Or it’s that nostalgia has a stranglehold on me. My memory isn’t necessarily meant for human connections or instances, it chooses to hold onto much more mechanical information. And thus, I...
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Living in the city is an endless barrage of highs and lows.