When do you think you read your own history? Or maybe it’s read history during your own time. I think the first time it dawned on me was when I was reading a book about Twyla Tharp and I realized that the days and dates she was discussing I had lived. And I could remember…
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seventeen
It’s been less than exciting recently, except, maybe, in my head. In my head there’s always something cool going on. I dream in technicolor, do they even talk about that anymore? No, it’s probably something digital now. I used to say, when I looked in the mirror, I see me at seventeen, but then, again, I’m…