Maybe I need a change of place, a place to change, and change for a place to go.
Maybe it's just pretension.
I'm listening to music now. Music is a strange enterprise, isn't it? Maybe it's just an evolved form of oral history, allowing us to tell stories of empathy, sympathy, apathy, ethos, pathos, Mentos, and other delicious candies. But really,
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