we are in arrate's house right now. planning the 80s party we're going to have at the dutch palace, sharing parallel but distant memories of metric's hustle rose. four years ago, i was walking down hong kong's neon-lit streets, thinking of disneyland and far-away loves. arrate, listening to the same song, was playing world of war craft, riding a horse and enjoying the beginnings of a new life. and now, we are here.
four years from now, who knows where we will be? all i know is that i'm glad that i am here. listening to shimmering songs, building friendships, just being here. and knowing that nothing will be lost. if songs find their way across continents, then imagine what friends can do.
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