forget this: May. 10, 2003 (10:55 am)

last night, i was reading the part of invisible man where the hero is becoming part of the brotherhood during a bad punk rock show. i had no one there so i talked to some new kids. i felt strange and they talked about everything that wasn't part of their movement as something that wasn't true. they didn't look at me when i talked and i mostly stared at the ground. i've been thinking about the first time i talked to people. i remember when the max levine ensemble used to play with exciting bands and when i used to have nightmares about history because i cared that much about learning.

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