Nostalgic recollections from "summary" of Just Kids by Patti Smith
In the quiet of the night, I find myself drifting back to days long gone, lost in the hazy fog of memory. The city streets whisper with echoes of laughter and tears, carrying me back to a time when everything seemed simpler, when the future was a distant dream. It's like stepping into a time machine, each recollection a portal to another era, another version of myself. I remember the smell of incense mingling with cigarette smoke, the sound of vinyl records spinning on a turntable, the feel of a worn leather jacket against my skin. These small details, once insignificant, now hold a weight that threatens to pull me under, drowning me in a flood of bittersweet longing. I am a prisoner of my own nostalgia, a willing captive to the past. As I walk the streets of this city, I am haunted by the ghosts of my youth, by the faces and voices of those I ha...
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