My generation is diminishing and as the names pile up — so does my need to stack up the blocks of nostalgia.
When Death Becomes Your Generation, You Are “X”-rayed
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My heart died last year, unexpectedly. I have been writing about Him and the experience for months. But I never sat to think about why I have become near obsessed with doing things like watching We Are The World and all the solo takes, trying to find tube squeeze bubble gum, and thumbing through photo albums. So, I suppose my new joy has become reflecting on my old joys.

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