Sure, Everything Is Ending," Jules Said, "but

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I Think, For One Thing, All Of Us Remember Those Teenage Years And Those Songs That We Fell In Love With And The Music Scene That We Were Part Of. So, In A Certain Way, Music Cuts Through Time Like Almost Nothing Else. You Know, It Makes Us Feel Like We're Back In An Earlier Moment.

I Listened To Classic Rock And Roll, And Punk Rock. 'goon Squad' Provides A Pretty Accurate Playlist Of My Teenage Years, Though It Leaves Out 'the Who,' Which Was My Absolute Favorite Band.

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Happened As I Listened: I Felt Pain. Not In My Head, Not In My Arm, Not In My Leg; Everywhere At Once. I Told Myself There Was No Difference Between Being “inside” And Being “outside,” That It All Came Down To X’s And O’s That Could Be Acquired In Any Number Of Different Ways, But The Pain Increased To A Point Where I Thought I Might Collapse, And I Limped Away.