editorial note: I started the makings of this post a few weeks ago when I was home in Houston and decided to publish it now, so the “today” is then. While writing today and listening to some lo-fi, I was struck by an intense sense of nostalgia for my days in high school. There’s something about the cool air of the AC unit mingling with the residual anxiety of flying in COVID-world that reminded me of hot Houston summers sitting in class and dreading the next thing on my schedule (perhaps the biggest factor was I was with my parents in Houston because our
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