An interesting thought in audiovisual sensory overload reminded me of a new cult-classic in the making. One less involved with faux leather overcoats and more involved in an eclectic mix of waking life, eternal sunshine and the time traveler's wife.
2+2=5
Funny how traders are fond of saying that 1+1=1/2
Like all things, it was/is all relative. A walk down the block in humid, thick as amazonian air, heat feels like a mile ran alongside a chilly schuykil night.
I'm no longer a part of philly. Or as much a part as I could ever have been without having been born there or lived a particularly large portion of my life there. Though proportionally it'll come to roughly 20% if I ignore the next 50 years.
I wish we could aggregate years in number to something being more like years experienced rather than years lived. That we could tell people we were a certain age and everything else would fall into context.
tbc....
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