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Mood:
Melancholy

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Location: Work.
Listening: "Maria" by Blondie.

Sometimes.

Sometimes, I wish that I was still able to impress myself.

Sometimes, I wish that I was less familiar.

Sometimes, I wish that I had the advantage of distance, a few artfully formatted .jpg's, and a clever screen name between me and the rest of you.

Sometimes, I wish that I was back on my desert island, without my links or my signifiers or my incriminating photos.

Sometimes, I wish I could have stayed behind that curtain a little longer.



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