Hump day in Oakland, and while I was riding the bus home from Berkeley, I had this feeling of deja vu. How many times have I been on this same bus, staring out the window? How many times have I thought to myself that life never seems to start for me, in more ways than I have space to write here? All those people, mostly younger than me now, are all at the starting gate (again), and I'm not even in the stands. I'm outside of the stadium, outside of everything.
So high you can't get over it. So low you can't get under it.
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