Mostly what I hate [love] about you lately is the way you preserve people and memories long after they've left you [me]. Fine maybe it's not you, maybe it's my goddamn sappy heart. No, let's blame you. You change so quickly, you're addicted to change: change or construction, which is it?
Anyhow, as I was saying...
Portland you are haunted.
Everything new is old. We drive around and point at what things "used to be." This is how we mark our Portland-ness [authenticity].
Yet, everything old is still there. A man named Maddox who sells hot dogs, I can't believe I have a picture of this man I've never seen before today and he's still there.
And everything has a story. We've all got our shit, right?
Ah, Portland.
Love [hate],
Me
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