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things happening, at their best and worst, never happen alone/i sometimes remember further back than i thought i could and i have to ask myself how that web of memory is stuck together/is it stuck together by metaphysical compartments that sometimes outgrow memory and overshadow the present more than anything else/a teacher and friend once told me that nostalgia is “the pain of remembering/” perhaps i am more masochistic than i ever believed myself to be/the sadist in me suggested i send these out to people i spoke to yesterday and to the people who listened to these songs with me in 2011 and i haven’t spoken to since

mailed prints.