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[htotheh]

There's a thin layer of unreality under everything. I stopped at the light at Lake Pine and 64 on my way home from piano, and was struck by how... something... my life is. Not sure what, exactly. I feel like a character in a movie, and keep being surprised at the fact that there is no soundtrack. I would say it's like a dream, but my dreams are never this realistic.

Maybe it's all the late nights I've had recently.