on the right is the cover of one of my high school poetry notebooks. i had the habit of never dating anything, but considering the images on the cover, then i can place it at around 1996-1997, i believe i was in 8th grade when i collaged it it. i brought this one and the one that followed it (i stopped writing freshman year of college) back to brooklyn with me last time i was home. i cant really read through it too much because it makes me sad. anyways, as you can see, on the bottom right corner of the notebook i collaged “real life”. on the left is a note i left myself in september of 2012. i’ve referenced the thought often since. i wonder why i have been thinking about “real life” as a thing for so long? i think as an only child i spent a lot of time inside my own head–i still do–but, did i need a reminder about it back then as well? or maybe was it the opposite and i was trying to escape it. what is real life. what is real life in regards to my life. it could just be a coincidence but even though i stopped believing in coincidences, they still exist. so now i’m also thinking about “real life” on top of everything else, i guess.
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i wrote about the first time I saw the Yeah Yeah Yeahs and also Gang Gang Dance’s last record.
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