March 2009
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Just Once Just once I knew what life was for. In Boston, quite suddenly, I understood; walked there along the Charles River, watched the lights copying themselves, all neoned and strobe-hearted, opening their mouths as wide as opera singers; counted the stars, my little campaigners, my scar daisies, and knew that I walked my love on the night green side of it and cried my heart to the eastbound...
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“What goes on inside is just too fast and huge and all interconnected for words...”
– David Foster Wallace from “Good Old Neon” 