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January 25, 2002 at 6:36 pm | Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment

I read Cruising Blues a long, long time ago, in high school, and it means much more to me now than it did then. How being alone and feeling empty makes for surprisingly good memories — and why unfamiliar environments breed creativity. Ignore the typos in this copy.

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