Driving home, listening to Pinegrove, as I often do, feeling nostalgic but in slightly sad ways, as I do sometimes but not as often. Maybe something about Church Rd. being perpetually under construction jostles something in my mind, something about how there's something I lost, or how nothing will ever be the same, the constant churning of time and space, whateverrrrrrrrrrrrr man. Everything else about my day was fine and everything else about my night was amazing. The drive home disconnects from all that. It puts me somewhere else.
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