My entire life, I’ve been preoccupied with the feeling that something’s missing. Today, I miss having long hair; the day before: I missed people watching, and the feeling I get from gossiping with friends in diners and public squares. I get so lost in all the missing that I miss out on “the here and now.” “Read more fiction,” offers one of my doctors, “it always helps me disconnect...”
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