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pete
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the streets didn't have sidewalks and no one needed to drive.
that doesn't mean they walked or biked, of course they drove, it was just unnecessary.
things were clearer then. definitions sturdy, words like "love" "friend" and "good" were monolithic.
and, of course, i loved rock and roll.
now, in this tower, this structure that at once is a village and a neighourhoodless husk, those words have muted and changed.
the indescribable has memories and accounts, the simple and beautiful is as wrought with divisions as the body is with cells.
a breath of greece can't answer the questions, and, of course, as their are no wrong answers, the answer is instantly right. if only greece was right.
but, none of this really matters. life has taken on a detached coating. a weird shine the makes life, the life of life, and the living life of life's livingness, just seem to be.
what was a comfort before is now a fact of existence.
(though i am only referring to thought processes.)
when the passions stir, when the haze fades for a moment, oh those stirring passions, those fading hazes!, when this happens i sip at your sea and ramble, ramble ramble on.
remember me, floating fast, in your past....
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