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September 28th, 2011 | In Worth Reading 

David Cain writes one of my favorite recently-found blogs (I think I found it through The Browser a few months ago, if you’re curious). And this is one of the best posts I’ve seen from him:

There’s no feeling like it when something ordinary is happening, and everyone’s being ordinary, and yet in your private mental space you’re seeing it all from way down the road, after these wonderful people are gone. An ordinary moment, adorned with such irreplaceable people, is so rich and perfect that you’d give anything to be right back in the middle of it. And then you realize that you are.

A few related by not strictly relevant points:

  1. This kind of thing is what I meant all the way back here.
  2. More than half of what I write at Frozen Toothpaste aspires to be as good as this piece. If you like this, give it a shot.
  3. That title is from a Flaming Lips lyric, in case you couldn’t quite place it. (I was going to link to the lyrics, but all those sites suck, and this is a great — if sad — relevant little essay I found.)

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