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Navigational cues

March 25, 2017

Inside the restaurant, I found myself taking wrong turns, standing in awkward places, fumbling with my phone as I tried to find my friends.

Where are you? I messaged. I told them I needed to go to the back bar, and they sent me somewhere I don’t recognize.

This is how it is in a city that my heart clasps tightly, but my memory clasps loosely. Each building tells me a story, but I have lost all my navigational cues in this new era.

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