because who doesn’t at a party. I seek out the person that doesn’t and he paraphrases Malcom Gladwell. we say similar things differently, for different kinds of attractive people we hope to sleep with or next to, and so begins the sport of awkward hand gestures in a room dizzy with apples and peanut butter, before we know where we are supposed to go next. unlearning is a kind of learning, but harder to do. this was all before we knew Pet Sounds was capable of melting entire landscapes. no photograph of the Grand Canyon is really a photograph of the Grand Canyon, but the beginning of a story someone’s struggling to tell you. I woke alone in Providence the day after the night the world was supposed to end. I’m convinced I’ve stopped hurting through my kidneys, liver and the magic of mayan calendars. I’m convinced when it storms, I find ways.
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