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65% sure confessions - by jaron - the way home

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A place can be seen from an infinite number of perspectives. I've been to this Korean restaurant on my street once as the diner, once as the obnoxious, drunken reveler on the sidewalk, today as the driver hurtling by, treading rubber on asphalt. There's something in me that shifts each time — the small connected piece that stirs the past selves awake from their slumber. An orchestration of sentiment that sweeps through you in the same way that color wistfully washes over lyrics on the screen at a cheap karaoke bar, color that disappears as you move onto the next line you're belting out.

A place can be seen from an infinite number of perspectives. I've been to this Korean restaurant on my street once as the diner, once as the obnoxious, drunken reveler on the sidewalk, today as the driver hurtling by, treading rubber on asphalt. There's something in me that shifts each time — the small connected piece that stirs the past selves awake from their slumber. An orchestration of sentiment that sweeps through you in the same way that color wistfully washes over lyrics on the screen at a cheap karaoke bar, color that disappears as you move onto the next line you're belting out. It…

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