This morning I started reading through this journal from the beginning, seeking material for a particular project, tagging as I went. It's startling how I've changed since April 2003, and how not. It might be useful to describe my impressions, but they're complicated. Just then I was happier and more socially active than I remember. I was about to
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I remember the first time I visited the Mississippi River at night. Usually I see it in the daytime, and that from a moving car zipping over one of the bridges, so there was a subtle strangeness in standing still while the dark water swirled past, indifferent to day or night.
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