dc: Mar. 28, 2002 (5:49 pm)

if the streets are the veins of dc i feel like a blood clot. i feel stuck. bored. somehow let down.

the city feels like small island nation, separated by a sea of houses.

i wonder if i'm missing out?

dc had a golden age in the late eighties and it feels like we're living in the shadow of that. but everything we're doing is awful. we don't talk to each other we sit and stare. we don't meet new people. and the punk kids sit in tenley and waste their fucking lives away. there is nothing constructive anymore. there are no zines. protests are run by non profits. local shows tend to be horrible and uninspiring. we shove and stare and smoke. it's not the same. it's not some fugazi-bikini-kill ideal that i've grown up with. it seems like no one stands for anything.

except for being different.

different together, that is.

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