It’s kinda sad that I’m watching Dawson’s Creek reruns and Jack is going through the same things in 2000 that Kurt in Glee is going through 12 years later. God the steps we’re making are so tiny…

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Memorial Day, 2012

No one in my immediate family ever served in the military, as far as I know, though that isn’t saying much, since I barely know them, most of them being criminals, drug addicts and failures. But it’s reassuring, I guess, to know that there are people out there who serve our country faithfully, despite the evidence of those who do not, but you can’t throw the baby out with the bathwater, rotten apples in the barrel, that sort of thing. It’s hard to relate is what I’m saying.

So after waking up from a deep sleep of restless dreaming, I found myself walking towards Columbus Circle, watching family members posing for pictures, a few recent graduates gowned head-to-toe, smiling in front of the fountain, while I sat reading Play It As It Lays, and listening to Kelly Clarkson’s Dark Side on repeat, recalling a memory of being in this exact spot seven years ago with a boy I was once in love with, and a high school friend, both of them trading stories about me, comparing notes, that sort of thing. And after a few minutes of that, I walked uptown, past the Trump Tower with the man holding the globe on his back statue—if ever there was a startling image of one man controlling the world, I don’t know of it—until I passed the crisp white box of the Apple Store, which is where I am now, typing this on a MacBook Pro, a laptop I’ve always wanted but could never afford, regurgitating the thoughts passing through me like waves, an attempt to abate this restlessness inside of me. 

 

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