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it's stupidly sentimental but I always feel a little sad when it comes time to shut the windows for the year and turn on the A/C or the Heat and start breathing our electrically-modulated air I feel as if I've only just started to work my way back out into the world and I'm not ready I'm not ready yet to go back inside and breathe my own rotten recycled breath the breath of my city is so much more so much more delightful so much more invigorating so much more intoxicating so much more than me I feel slightly lost and alone when this life requires that I wall myself off from that World breath to hibernate through our hot and cold winds I'm not ready yet I'm never ready I'm still trying to find my way out
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May 29, 2013
May 29, 2013 at 11:12 AM UTC
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it's stupidly sentimental but I always feel a little sad when it comes time to shut the windows for the year and turn on the A/C or the Heat and start breathing our electrically-modulated air I feel as if I've only just started to work my way back out into the world and I'm not ready I'm not ready yet to go back inside and breathe my own rotten recycled breath the breath of my city is so much more so much more delightful so much more invigorating so much more intoxicating so much more than me I feel slightly lost and alone when this life requires that I wall myself off from that World breath to hibernate through our hot and cold winds I'm not ready yet I'm never ready I'm still trying to find my way out
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May 29, 2013
May 29, 2013 at 11:12 AM UTC
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