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Originally, I'd planned to post a tried-and-true entry about my lazy Sunday, the sweet haircut, the pleasant little meals, and the rediscovery of Neuromancer.

Then I found some videotapes that I wish I had the facilities to watch right now, but I haven't had a TV in the better part of half a decade. So sitting here listening to Radiohead's "Talk Show Host", I'm struck by a nostalgia that could be overcome easily if I hadn't eschewed the analog so long ago.

I've felt oddly pensive most of the day. I had one of those flashes where I feel like an imposter. It feels unreal that I have all these things, pay all these bills, or even buy my own groceries. I still feel like just another farm kid.

An echo of that farm kid lurks on those three tapes, but the echo is as lost to me right now as the original is. And I can't escape the feeling that my whole life is a prank being played on a silly kid.