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When I was alone on the mountains, who I was, what I did for a living, my life in New York, they all became irrelevant. All that mattered was that I was alive and I was there.
"Hi, I just pooped a little."
It’s the spring sun.
Any song that has “the sun” in it sounds good right now.
The cone of shame
This summer will be better than ever. / Brooklyn
I’m in my office in New York; feeling stuck, imprisoned. I dream of places far away, of the possibilities I reject by choice every day. I don’t feel so good today. Peru’13
People who make things.
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