To a little flower, somewhere.
I'm sitting here listening to "Angels In The Architecture". Ah, 1987. A year when I was blissfully happy, and most of the rest of my life was yet to unfold. But that year still resonates, in terms of the music I loved, and still do. It was a period of my life where everything seemed ti imprint itself on me. Everything left its mark, left traces of its DNA. The choices I made, the directions I took - all of these things still echo across the years. I'm not sure why it was the year that I truly became myself, but it was. I think it could have something to do with so much of my "traditional" narrative arc finally subsiding. I'd done school, childhood, college, and University. I'd tried being in love, having girlfriends. Lots of things I believe I should have done. but 1987 felt like the year when I was finally free to do things just for me.
I was on a path to self-determination, I guess. And let's face it, I've never really stopped, with that, have I?
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