Record: I'm speaking into a tape recorder, trying to fill it up. How much Daddy can I fill a tape with?
Playback: I listen to my music more often now that I'm free to pace around my room and figure my life out one assignment at a time. So many songs playing back, some of them making me pause, surprised that I had once said or thought the same lyric.
I can walk down the street thinking: I'm not the only one. I'm not the only one.
Archive: This really is history in the making, albeit a very, very small part of a much larger whole.
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