Random shit I wanted to post that has no feasible connection whatsoever to any definition of "rawness"


You know what I love about living in the city?

I'm sitting in my office, working.  It's noon-ish on a Saturday.  And I just heard someone else's microwave "ding."  Not mine.  The girl's upstairs.  That's how close we live to one another, on top of and around each other.  I can know that the girl upstairs' microwave noodles are done.

Say what you want about urbanity being isolating and anonymous, but it's damn intimate, as far as I'm concerned.

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