While looking back on what felt like a wasted day, I decided at 10pm or so to take a walk, ended up at a bar that's run by an incredible bass guitarist and learned about his past and family and all that. Walking back home and looking out on the bridge and the moon hanging over it in the sky I was overcome with the awe and the humbling sense of privilege at being in such a beautiful place, a feeling that I sometimes take for granted but should never be forgotten.
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