August 2, 2008 the difference between names and faces is completely fascinating. I can go my whole day and see a hundred faces. Where I get my morning coffee; it's the same barista, the audience is the same as we play out a joke we seem to have played so many times before this moment. I feel connected to that person, yet i do not know his name. if i saw him, not in the uniform of black and white and that silly hat, i may not know why i know them, but I would register that somehow i do. would i recognize him quicker if i knew his name? all of this is going through my head as I am lazily standing around sipping my coffee. its about 8:30 and the day has begun. nothing much has changed, and i woke up with that same feeling of insignificance as i had the morning before, and the one before that, and the one...
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