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I returned to the place where I use to escape from the pedestrian affairs of life in suburbia. Many nights spent collapsed on the pavement swapping humdrum stories of teenage angst. It was the end of a road just north of town with nothing but swampland in two directions. Far enough away from the sprawl of the city to understand quiet without getting lost. An abundance of stars made us feel insignificant and the freedom of isolation gave us confidence and strength. It was balanced and beautiful like we were, back then, just the right amount of elation and confusion. So then it was silly, I guess for me to expect that a place like that would still be the same. It's a strip mall now, sleek and amalgamated and the unkempt sawgrass replaced with pigmented mulch.
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Feb 3, 2013
Feb 3, 2013 at 12:48 AM UTC
On Strip Malls and Nostalgia
I returned to the place where I use to escape from the pedestrian affairs of life in suburbia. Many nights spent collapsed on the pavement swapping humdrum stories of teenage angst. It was the end of a road just north of town with nothing but swampland in two directions. Far enough away from the sprawl of the city to understand quiet without getting lost. An abundance of stars made us feel insignificant and the freedom of isolation gave us confidence and strength. It was balanced and beautiful like we were, back then, just the right amount of elation and confusion. So then it was silly, I guess for me to expect that a place like that would still be the same. It's a strip mall now, sleek and amalgamated and the unkempt sawgrass replaced with pigmented mulch.
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Feb 3, 2013
Feb 3, 2013 at 12:48 AM UTC
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