Even on good days I still wish I could draw a picture in chalk and jump into it and become a part of it like in 'Mary Poppins'. I want to dance with penguins and ride carousel horses instead of waiting for buses and trains and attaching music to people and places in my head. I think that I would still choose this ugly place in place of a chalk wonderland though, because it's only here that I'm sure I can love a song more than and surer than many other people I've known, including myself - only here that I can listen to Bon Iver's 'Blood Bank' again and again during transit to the beach and back in some absurd attempt at capturing nostalgia. Even if carsick 18 year olds and the stench of hot jam doughnuts in that godforsaken vehicle will be the memory most vivid when I listen to that song again in the winter.
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