In California now, getting ready to leave.
A taste of the past; memories fade. Berkeley. Did I really go to school there? For as long as I've been at Juilliard?
Asians. Americans. Family. Friends. The bay. BBQ. Cigarettes. Whiskey. How do I pronounce this nostalgia; they mispronounce reality. Look at this tangle of thorns.
Inspired simultaneously and erratically by the blog thoughts of both Stanley Lee and Ned Rorem.
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