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I wrote this on a plane without WiFi returning from job interview I knew I failed. It means incredible amounts to me you like it. The Patterns of Mesuta, Texas universalshards.com/p/the-patter...

I think about this story somewhat often. Typically as a tangential thought when I pass through a town whose glory was snatched away by the construction of an interstate highway. The thought of a monument that no one will see has some kind of magnetism to me.