places i’ve been and lives i’ve lived

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the little brick apartment with the dirty carpet. an oversized dresser and 150 square feet, all your own. the true meaning of solitude — and how it wraps around your bones in its quietest moments. the first 40 hours at a desk; a summer of fluorescent light sun and cubicle trees. how do people survive this?

the big house downtown and 3am drinks over a mint green countertop. the sound of those old…