"I always had trouble distinguishing between what happened and what merely might have happened, but I remain unconvinced that the distinction, for my purposes, matters." -Joan Didion
As I try to compose my thoughts on a previous "adventure," every other city pops its head in.
These other cities peek around, find reflections of themselves and tell me, "Me, too! I know that, too."
Every place is different, except for where it isn't.
I am won over with offers of:
(1) plane tickets, theatre tickets, concert tickets for anything folky;
(2) late start times, obsolete alarm clocks, afternoon brunch;
(3) charming personal anecdotes, a good bullshit story, choosing one’s own adventure;
(4) pickles, multiple forms of the potato, every form of chocolate;
(5) and dogs. All of them.
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