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Make friends with blurry outlines and jarring, bi-cultural names. Love them. Move to another country. Never see them again.

Keeping a stoic face as you meltdown inside is a skill you will be able to use time and time again. Treasure and cultivate it.

The guy with goggles, obviously more of a techno-soldier, gives me a blank stare, but the fact that he’s chewing air tells me he’s not even hearing the same music I am. I walk around. It’s hot, smells like a locker room.