What I miss most about being very young is the cluelessness. It’s enormously liberating, cluelessness. The boundaries of life are simply not comprehended. The boxes into which others will put you are not apparent. Thus, you float out with life, and you see all.
I moved to London at 22, with a vague plan to sleep on my dad’s living-room floor until something better happened.
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