Memory While Listening To “Where The Hell Are My Friends” by Lany On the Commute Home

“This program is perfect. It’s everything I want,” I sighed into the phone, as the sun set gloriously over Santa Monica Pier. The sight of the sun sitting on the ocean at dusk felt  disorienting. I was so, so far from the shores of coastal Maine where my body originated.

“And you know, this place is perfect. It’s all perfect. I see myself being very happy here. And very, very, very lonely.”

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