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London, 1993, at Bagley's warehouse at a Lost party for my friends 20th birthday.
It's a Techno night and some guy from Detroit called Jeff Mills is playing. I've been into Techno for a while, it offers a harder, colder, heavier vibe that appeals to me.
He starts stopping records with his hands like a scratch mix DJ, no crossfader, just physically stopping and starting tracks on the turntable. Wtf.
He lets a track roll, and starts dancing/grooving to it, but with a funk, soul, swing. This mad, harsh, industrial music suddenly unlocked in my head, and I heard the funk, the soul, the beauty.
I literally levelled up in that moment. Jeff Mills jiggling his hips opened a door in my mind. A beautiful door. I stopped seeing this music as a hard edged, push back through harsh and heavy sounds, into a new spirit of funk, in this instant. A true awakening.
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London, 1993, at Bagley's warehouse at a Lost party for my friends 20th birthday.
It's a Techno night and some guy from Detroit called Jeff Mills is playing. I've been into Techno for a while, it offers a harder, colder, heavier vibe that appeals to me.
He starts stopping records with his hands like a scratch mix DJ, no crossfader, just physically stopping and starting tracks on the turntable. Wtf.
He lets a track roll, and starts dancing/grooving to it, but with a funk, soul, swing. This mad, harsh, industrial music suddenly unlocked in my head, and I heard the funk, the soul, the beauty.
I literally levelled up in that moment. Jeff Mills jiggling his hips opened a door in my mind. A beautiful door. I stopped seeing this music as a hard edged, push back through harsh and heavy sounds, into a new spirit of funk, in this instant. A true awakening.
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London, 1993, at Bagley's warehouse at a Lost party for my friends 20th birthday.
It's a Techno night and some guy from Detroit called Jeff Mills is playing. I've been into Techno for a while, it offers a harder, colder, heavier vibe that appeals to me.
He starts stopping records with his hands like a scratch mix DJ, no crossfader, just physically stopping and starting tracks on the turntable. Wtf.
He lets a track roll, and starts dancing/grooving to it, but with a funk, soul, swing. This mad, harsh, industrial music suddenly unlocked in my head, and I heard the funk, the soul, the beauty.
I literally levelled up in that moment. Jeff Mills jiggling his hips opened a door in my mind. A beautiful door. I stopped seeing this music as a hard edged, push back through harsh and heavy sounds, into a new spirit of funk, in this instant. A true awakening.
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London, 1993, at Bagley's warehouse at a Lost party for my friends 20th birthday.
It's a Techno night and some guy from Detroit called Jeff Mills is playing. I've been into Techno for a while, it offers a harder, colder, heavier vibe that appeals to me.
He starts stopping records with his hands like a scratch mix DJ, no crossfader, just physically stopping and starting tracks on the turntable. Wtf.
He lets a track roll, and starts dancing/grooving to it, but with a funk, soul, swing. This mad, harsh, industrial music suddenly unlocked in my head, and I heard the funk, the soul, the beauty.
I literally levelled up in that moment. Jeff Mills jiggling his hips opened a door in my mind. A beautiful door. I stopped seeing this music as a hard edged, push back through harsh and heavy sounds, into a new spirit of funk, in this instant. A true awakening.
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London, 1993, at Bagley's warehouse at a Lost party for my friends 20th birthday.
It's a Techno night and some guy from Detroit called Jeff Mills is playing. I've been into Techno for a while, it offers a harder, colder, heavier vibe that appeals to me.
He starts stopping records with his hands like a scratch mix DJ, no crossfader, just physically stopping and starting tracks on the turntable. Wtf.
He lets a track roll, and starts dancing/grooving to it, but with a funk, soul, swing. This mad, harsh, industrial music suddenly unlocked in my head, and I heard the funk, the soul, the beauty.
I literally levelled up in that moment. Jeff Mills jiggling his hips opened a door in my mind. A beautiful door. I stopped seeing this music as a hard edged, push back through harsh and heavy sounds, into a new spirit of funk, in this instant. A true awakening.
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I’ve been in this relationship for four years and I think I’ve just met someone else. Nothing has happened, but I feel like a shit. I’m going to break up with someone who moved here with me and who will never have seen this coming. It’s the right thing to do, but that doesn’t make me feel less of a bastard.
[I don’t know if I’m doing this right, but this is the first memory that popped into my head. This was 1999. The end of March. The other person? That’s my wife. I still feel shitty]
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I’ve been in this relationship for four years and I think I’ve just met someone else. Nothing has happened, but I feel like a shit. I’m going to break up with someone who moved here with me and who will never have seen this coming. It’s the right thing to do, but that doesn’t make me feel less of a bastard.
[I don’t know if I’m doing this right, but this is the first memory that popped into my head. This was 1999. The end of March. The other person? That’s my wife. I still feel shitty]
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I’ve been in this relationship for four years and I think I’ve just met someone else. Nothing has happened, but I feel like a shit. I’m going to break up with someone who moved here with me and who will never have seen this coming. It’s the right thing to do, but that doesn’t make me feel less of a bastard.
[I don’t know if I’m doing this right, but this is the first memory that popped into my head. This was 1999. The end of March. The other person? That’s my wife. I still feel shitty]
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I’ve been in this relationship for four years and I think I’ve just met someone else. Nothing has happened, but I feel like a shit. I’m going to break up with someone who moved here with me and who will never have seen this coming. It’s the right thing to do, but that doesn’t make me feel less of a bastard.
[I don’t know if I’m doing this right, but this is the first memory that popped into my head. This was 1999. The end of March. The other person? That’s my wife. I still feel shitty]
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I’ve been in this relationship for four years and I think I’ve just met someone else. Nothing has happened, but I feel like a shit. I’m going to break up with someone who moved here with me and who will never have seen this coming. It’s the right thing to do, but that doesn’t make me feel less of a bastard.
[I don’t know if I’m doing this right, but this is the first memory that popped into my head. This was 1999. The end of March. The other person? That’s my wife. I still feel shitty]
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Volunteers spread out across #PortlandME for annual count of #homeless population
Teams went out Thursday for the Point-in-Time count, an annual survey of homeless people across the country.
by Gillian Graham, January 30, 2026
Excerpt: "Warren said volunteers receive training on how to approach homeless people with respect, ask the survey questions and record responses in a phone app. Volunteers hand out gift cards to the people they talk to and encourage them to go to the city’s General Assistance office to pick up donated jackets, shoes and clothing."
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Volunteers spread out across #PortlandME for annual count of #homeless population
Teams went out Thursday for the Point-in-Time count, an annual survey of homeless people across the country.
by Gillian Graham, January 30, 2026
Excerpt: "Warren said volunteers receive training on how to approach homeless people with respect, ask the survey questions and record responses in a phone app. Volunteers hand out gift cards to the people they talk to and encourage them to go to the city’s General Assistance office to pick up donated jackets, shoes and clothing."
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https://archive.md/m1Ybl -
Volunteers spread out across #PortlandME for annual count of #homeless population
Teams went out Thursday for the Point-in-Time count, an annual survey of homeless people across the country.
by Gillian Graham, January 30, 2026
Excerpt: "Warren said volunteers receive training on how to approach homeless people with respect, ask the survey questions and record responses in a phone app. Volunteers hand out gift cards to the people they talk to and encourage them to go to the city’s General Assistance office to pick up donated jackets, shoes and clothing."
@newsbotArchived version:
https://archive.md/m1Ybl -
Volunteers spread out across #PortlandME for annual count of #homeless population
Teams went out Thursday for the Point-in-Time count, an annual survey of homeless people across the country.
by Gillian Graham, January 30, 2026
Excerpt: "Warren said volunteers receive training on how to approach homeless people with respect, ask the survey questions and record responses in a phone app. Volunteers hand out gift cards to the people they talk to and encourage them to go to the city’s General Assistance office to pick up donated jackets, shoes and clothing."
@newsbotArchived version:
https://archive.md/m1Ybl -
Volunteers spread out across #PortlandME for annual count of #homeless population
Teams went out Thursday for the Point-in-Time count, an annual survey of homeless people across the country.
by Gillian Graham, January 30, 2026
Excerpt: "Warren said volunteers receive training on how to approach homeless people with respect, ask the survey questions and record responses in a phone app. Volunteers hand out gift cards to the people they talk to and encourage them to go to the city’s General Assistance office to pick up donated jackets, shoes and clothing."
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Volunteers count homeless numbers in Phoenix area
Every January, volunteers and outreach teams from local communities collaborate to survey and count homeless individuals in their respective locations. #unhoused #homelessness #arizonanews #homeless #homelesscount #pointintime #housing #housingcrisis For more Local News from KPHO: For more YouTube Content:
https://fllics.com/en/video/volunteers-count-homeless-numbers-in-phoenix-area/
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Volunteers count homeless numbers in Phoenix area
Every January, volunteers and outreach teams from local communities collaborate to survey and count homeless individuals in their respective locations. #unhoused #homelessness #arizonanews #homeless #homelesscount #pointintime #housing #housingcrisis For more Local News from KPHO: For more YouTube Content:
https://fllics.com/en/video/volunteers-count-homeless-numbers-in-phoenix-area/
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Volunteers count homeless numbers in Phoenix area
Every January, volunteers and outreach teams from local communities collaborate to survey and count homeless individuals in their respective locations. #unhoused #homelessness #arizonanews #homeless #homelesscount #pointintime #housing #housingcrisis For more Local News from KPHO: For more YouTube Content:
https://fllics.com/en/video/volunteers-count-homeless-numbers-in-phoenix-area/
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Volunteers count homeless numbers in Phoenix area
Every January, volunteers and outreach teams from local communities collaborate to survey and count homeless individuals in their respective locations. #unhoused #homelessness #arizonanews #homeless #homelesscount #pointintime #housing #housingcrisis For more Local News from KPHO: For more YouTube Content:
https://fllics.com/en/video/volunteers-count-homeless-numbers-in-phoenix-area/
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Volunteers count homeless numbers in Phoenix area
Every January, volunteers and outreach teams from local communities collaborate to survey and count homeless individuals in their respective locations. #unhoused #homelessness #arizonanews #homeless #homelesscount #pointintime #housing #housingcrisis For more Local News from KPHO: For more YouTube Content:
https://fllics.com/en/video/volunteers-count-homeless-numbers-in-phoenix-area/
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Point in time.
Coming up on drugs or being stoned, at home, too fucked to get up and put music on, so you listen to the sound of the washing machine and it becomes music as you sink into your seat and accept this is your party now.
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Point in time.
Coming up on drugs or being stoned, at home, too fucked to get up and put music on, so you listen to the sound of the washing machine and it becomes music as you sink into your seat and accept this is your party now.
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Point in time.
Coming up on drugs or being stoned, at home, too fucked to get up and put music on, so you listen to the sound of the washing machine and it becomes music as you sink into your seat and accept this is your party now.
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Point in time.
Coming up on drugs or being stoned, at home, too fucked to get up and put music on, so you listen to the sound of the washing machine and it becomes music as you sink into your seat and accept this is your party now.
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Point in time.
Coming up on drugs or being stoned, at home, too fucked to get up and put music on, so you listen to the sound of the washing machine and it becomes music as you sink into your seat and accept this is your party now.
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More than 400 volunteers and outreach workers have combed through Harris, Fort Bend and Montgomery counties this week in an effort to count the number of unhoused people in the Houston region.
#HarrisCounty #Housing #Houston #HoustonMatters #Local #News #CoalitionForTheHomeless #Homelessness #HoustonHomeless #HoustonHomelessness #PITCount #PointInTime
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More than 400 volunteers and outreach workers have combed through Harris, Fort Bend and Montgomery counties this week in an effort to count the number of unhoused people in the Houston region.
#HarrisCounty #Housing #Houston #HoustonMatters #Local #News #CoalitionForTheHomeless #Homelessness #HoustonHomeless #HoustonHomelessness #PITCount #PointInTime
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More than 400 volunteers and outreach workers have combed through Harris, Fort Bend and Montgomery counties this week in an effort to count the number of unhoused people in the Houston region.
#HarrisCounty #Housing #Houston #HoustonMatters #Local #News #CoalitionForTheHomeless #Homelessness #HoustonHomeless #HoustonHomelessness #PITCount #PointInTime
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More than 400 volunteers and outreach workers have combed through Harris, Fort Bend and Montgomery counties this week in an effort to count the number of unhoused people in the Houston region.
#HarrisCounty #Housing #Houston #HoustonMatters #Local #News #CoalitionForTheHomeless #Homelessness #HoustonHomeless #HoustonHomelessness #PITCount #PointInTime
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More than 400 volunteers and outreach workers have combed through Harris, Fort Bend and Montgomery counties this week in an effort to count the number of unhoused people in the Houston region.
#HarrisCounty #Housing #Houston #HoustonMatters #Local #News #CoalitionForTheHomeless #Homelessness #HoustonHomeless #HoustonHomelessness #PITCount #PointInTime
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Point in time.
It's October 2006. I'm driving a brand new Ford hatchback car through the city of London (the financial district) late night. It's my first car, even though I'm 34. I passed my test at 19 but haven't driven since. I recently took lessons again to get back up to speed but basically i'm relearning to drive, without the need for a test as I have a license.
In the back is my toddler, Tom, blissfully asleep, both of us giving his Mum some respite at home. She is 9 months pregnant, tired and ready to drop. I'm trying to get my head around driving her and two small children about in London, with zero driving experience to my name.
I'm putting in the hours of practice now because at some point in the next few weeks, for the first time I'll drive her, and all of our most precious cargo, from the hospital home with our new baby. I need to be confident, I need to be ready.
I've popped in a CD of electro tunes as I cruise through the abandoned skyscraper district of the city, trying to build my confidence and this tune comes on.
Wet London streets in October, reflecting lights, glass buildings all around, no traffic and a slick electro soundtrack making me feel like I'm in a car advert. I'll be alright. I'll be alright.
(the tune in question was Model 500 - Nightdrive. Reader, I was alright)
Model 500 - Night Drive
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Point in time.
It's October 2006. I'm driving a brand new Ford hatchback car through the city of London (the financial district) late night. It's my first car, even though I'm 34. I passed my test at 19 but haven't driven since. I recently took lessons again to get back up to speed but basically i'm relearning to drive, without the need for a test as I have a license.
In the back is my toddler, Tom, blissfully asleep, both of us giving his Mum some respite at home. She is 9 months pregnant, tired and ready to drop. I'm trying to get my head around driving her and two small children about in London, with zero driving experience to my name.
I'm putting in the hours of practice now because at some point in the next few weeks, for the first time I'll drive her, and all of our most precious cargo, from the hospital home with our new baby. I need to be confident, I need to be ready.
I've popped in a CD of electro tunes as I cruise through the abandoned skyscraper district of the city, trying to build my confidence and this tune comes on.
Wet London streets in October, reflecting lights, glass buildings all around, no traffic and a slick electro soundtrack making me feel like I'm in a car advert. I'll be alright. I'll be alright.
(the tune in question was Model 500 - Nightdrive. Reader, I was alright)
Model 500 - Night Drive
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Point in time.
It's October 2006. I'm driving a brand new Ford hatchback car through the city of London (the financial district) late night. It's my first car, even though I'm 34. I passed my test at 19 but haven't driven since. I recently took lessons again to get back up to speed but basically i'm relearning to drive, without the need for a test as I have a license.
In the back is my toddler, Tom, blissfully asleep, both of us giving his Mum some respite at home. She is 9 months pregnant, tired and ready to drop. I'm trying to get my head around driving her and two small children about in London, with zero driving experience to my name.
I'm putting in the hours of practice now because at some point in the next few weeks, for the first time I'll drive her, and all of our most precious cargo, from the hospital home with our new baby. I need to be confident, I need to be ready.
I've popped in a CD of electro tunes as I cruise through the abandoned skyscraper district of the city, trying to build my confidence and this tune comes on.
Wet London streets in October, reflecting lights, glass buildings all around, no traffic and a slick electro soundtrack making me feel like I'm in a car advert. I'll be alright. I'll be alright.
(the tune in question was Model 500 - Nightdrive. Reader, I was alright)
Model 500 - Night Drive
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Point in time.
It's October 2006. I'm driving a brand new Ford hatchback car through the city of London (the financial district) late night. It's my first car, even though I'm 34. I passed my test at 19 but haven't driven since. I recently took lessons again to get back up to speed but basically i'm relearning to drive, without the need for a test as I have a license.
In the back is my toddler, Tom, blissfully asleep, both of us giving his Mum some respite at home. She is 9 months pregnant, tired and ready to drop. I'm trying to get my head around driving her and two small children about in London, with zero driving experience to my name.
I'm putting in the hours of practice now because at some point in the next few weeks, for the first time I'll drive her, and all of our most precious cargo, from the hospital home with our new baby. I need to be confident, I need to be ready.
I've popped in a CD of electro tunes as I cruise through the abandoned skyscraper district of the city, trying to build my confidence and this tune comes on.
Wet London streets in October, reflecting lights, glass buildings all around, no traffic and a slick electro soundtrack making me feel like I'm in a car advert. I'll be alright. I'll be alright.
(the tune in question was Model 500 - Nightdrive. Reader, I was alright)
Model 500 - Night Drive
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Point in time.
It's October 2006. I'm driving a brand new Ford hatchback car through the city of London (the financial district) late night. It's my first car, even though I'm 34. I passed my test at 19 but haven't driven since. I recently took lessons again to get back up to speed but basically i'm relearning to drive, without the need for a test as I have a license.
In the back is my toddler, Tom, blissfully asleep, both of us giving his Mum some respite at home. She is 9 months pregnant, tired and ready to drop. I'm trying to get my head around driving her and two small children about in London, with zero driving experience to my name.
I'm putting in the hours of practice now because at some point in the next few weeks, for the first time I'll drive her, and all of our most precious cargo, from the hospital home with our new baby. I need to be confident, I need to be ready.
I've popped in a CD of electro tunes as I cruise through the abandoned skyscraper district of the city, trying to build my confidence and this tune comes on.
Wet London streets in October, reflecting lights, glass buildings all around, no traffic and a slick electro soundtrack making me feel like I'm in a car advert. I'll be alright. I'll be alright.
(the tune in question was Model 500 - Nightdrive. Reader, I was alright)
Model 500 - Night Drive
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@TwoClownsEating Yes, non verbal comms, on the phone. Perhaps I was hasty, lacked generosity given the circumstances, but it was a visceral reaction. I expect there was other stuff going on but that was the end of it.
At least you made the effort. -
@TwoClownsEating Yes, non verbal comms, on the phone. Perhaps I was hasty, lacked generosity given the circumstances, but it was a visceral reaction. I expect there was other stuff going on but that was the end of it.
At least you made the effort. -
@TwoClownsEating Yes, non verbal comms, on the phone. Perhaps I was hasty, lacked generosity given the circumstances, but it was a visceral reaction. I expect there was other stuff going on but that was the end of it.
At least you made the effort. -
@TwoClownsEating Yes, non verbal comms, on the phone. Perhaps I was hasty, lacked generosity given the circumstances, but it was a visceral reaction. I expect there was other stuff going on but that was the end of it.
At least you made the effort. -
@TwoClownsEating I remember being on the phone with a friend from university days, one whom I’d managed to stay in touch with despite our rarely meeting in the intervening years due to living in different countries. He said something in response to something I was enthusiastic about and it felt like such a dismissive comment that I can still recall the sensation of an abyss opening up between us. The friendship never recovered. The details are lost but the feeling is indelible.
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@TwoClownsEating I remember being on the phone with a friend from university days, one whom I’d managed to stay in touch with despite our rarely meeting in the intervening years due to living in different countries. He said something in response to something I was enthusiastic about and it felt like such a dismissive comment that I can still recall the sensation of an abyss opening up between us. The friendship never recovered. The details are lost but the feeling is indelible.
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@TwoClownsEating I remember being on the phone with a friend from university days, one whom I’d managed to stay in touch with despite our rarely meeting in the intervening years due to living in different countries. He said something in response to something I was enthusiastic about and it felt like such a dismissive comment that I can still recall the sensation of an abyss opening up between us. The friendship never recovered. The details are lost but the feeling is indelible.
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@TwoClownsEating I remember being on the phone with a friend from university days, one whom I’d managed to stay in touch with despite our rarely meeting in the intervening years due to living in different countries. He said something in response to something I was enthusiastic about and it felt like such a dismissive comment that I can still recall the sensation of an abyss opening up between us. The friendship never recovered. The details are lost but the feeling is indelible.
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@TwoClownsEating I remember being on the phone with a friend from university days, one whom I’d managed to stay in touch with despite our rarely meeting in the intervening years due to living in different countries. He said something in response to something I was enthusiastic about and it felt like such a dismissive comment that I can still recall the sensation of an abyss opening up between us. The friendship never recovered. The details are lost but the feeling is indelible.
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Nobody has nabbed it so #PointInTime it is.
Post your memories, as at the time, under the # if you feel like sharing point in time memories ❤️
(I don't want to vibe police but talking in the first person/moment, is a fun format)
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Nobody has nabbed it so #PointInTime it is.
Post your memories, as at the time, under the # if you feel like sharing point in time memories ❤️
(I don't want to vibe police but talking in the first person/moment, is a fun format)
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Nobody has nabbed it so #PointInTime it is.
Post your memories, as at the time, under the # if you feel like sharing point in time memories ❤️
(I don't want to vibe police but talking in the first person/moment, is a fun format)
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Nobody has nabbed it so #PointInTime it is.
Post your memories, as at the time, under the # if you feel like sharing point in time memories ❤️
(I don't want to vibe police but talking in the first person/moment, is a fun format)
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Nobody has nabbed it so #PointInTime it is.
Post your memories, as at the time, under the # if you feel like sharing point in time memories ❤️
(I don't want to vibe police but talking in the first person/moment, is a fun format)
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I just kind of did it randomly, but I really like the concept of a Point in Time post.
Remembering and reliving where and who you were at a particular time and what you felt then.
Now is irrelevant. What you were and felt in the moment is the point.
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I just kind of did it randomly, but I really like the concept of a Point in Time post.
Remembering and reliving where and who you were at a particular time and what you felt then.
Now is irrelevant. What you were and felt in the moment is the point.
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I just kind of did it randomly, but I really like the concept of a Point in Time post.
Remembering and reliving where and who you were at a particular time and what you felt then.
Now is irrelevant. What you were and felt in the moment is the point.
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I just kind of did it randomly, but I really like the concept of a Point in Time post.
Remembering and reliving where and who you were at a particular time and what you felt then.
Now is irrelevant. What you were and felt in the moment is the point.
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I just kind of did it randomly, but I really like the concept of a Point in Time post.
Remembering and reliving where and who you were at a particular time and what you felt then.
Now is irrelevant. What you were and felt in the moment is the point.
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Point in time.
I'm in a taxi at around 6am, in New York, in February 1994, on my own.
I've just stumbled out of a nightclub (The Tunnel) high as a kite and a long way from home, a home where I'd recently met and bonded with the most beautiful person in the world. I am head over heels in love and will feed handfuls of coins into the YMCA payphone to hear her voice, today and tomorrow.
My head is resting on the cool glass of the taxi window, as movie scenes roll by. Steam rises from grates in the street like it did on TV. Yellow cabs and sirens.
I'm 21, fucked, and just rolling through New York without a care in the world.
(Note: To this day I don't know how the cabbie got me home as I had no idea where I was staying, but he did)
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Point in time.
I'm in a taxi at around 6am, in New York, in February 1994, on my own.
I've just stumbled out of a nightclub (The Tunnel) high as a kite and a long way from home, a home where I'd recently met and bonded with the most beautiful person in the world. I am head over heels in love and will feed handfuls of coins into the YMCA payphone to hear her voice, today and tomorrow.
My head is resting on the cool glass of the taxi window, as movie scenes roll by. Steam rises from grates in the street like it did on TV. Yellow cabs and sirens.
I'm 21, fucked, and just rolling through New York without a care in the world.
(Note: To this day I don't know how the cabbie got me home as I had no idea where I was staying, but he did)
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Point in time.
I'm in a taxi at around 6am, in New York, in February 1994, on my own.
I've just stumbled out of a nightclub (The Tunnel) high as a kite and a long way from home, a home where I'd recently met and bonded with the most beautiful person in the world. I am head over heels in love and will feed handfuls of coins into the YMCA payphone to hear her voice, today and tomorrow.
My head is resting on the cool glass of the taxi window, as movie scenes roll by. Steam rises from grates in the street like it did on TV. Yellow cabs and sirens.
I'm 21, fucked, and just rolling through New York without a care in the world.
(Note: To this day I don't know how the cabbie got me home as I had no idea where I was staying, but he did)
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Point in time.
I'm in a taxi at around 6am, in New York, in February 1994, on my own.
I've just stumbled out of a nightclub (The Tunnel) high as a kite and a long way from home, a home where I'd recently met and bonded with the most beautiful person in the world. I am head over heels in love and will feed handfuls of coins into the YMCA payphone to hear her voice, today and tomorrow.
My head is resting on the cool glass of the taxi window, as movie scenes roll by. Steam rises from grates in the street like it did on TV. Yellow cabs and sirens.
I'm 21, fucked, and just rolling through New York without a care in the world.
(Note: To this day I don't know how the cabbie got me home as I had no idea where I was staying, but he did)
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Point in time.
I'm in a taxi at around 6am, in New York, in February 1994, on my own.
I've just stumbled out of a nightclub (The Tunnel) high as a kite and a long way from home, a home where I'd recently met and bonded with the most beautiful person in the world. I am head over heels in love and will feed handfuls of coins into the YMCA payphone to hear her voice, today and tomorrow.
My head is resting on the cool glass of the taxi window, as movie scenes roll by. Steam rises from grates in the street like it did on TV. Yellow cabs and sirens.
I'm 21, fucked, and just rolling through New York without a care in the world.
(Note: To this day I don't know how the cabbie got me home as I had no idea where I was staying, but he did)
