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Curse google for letting you find exes so easily, for letting the figure you loved loom large and real in the mind's eye.

I guess it's a habit of the human to look to the past for answers to our present, a sort of fortune-telling of sorts: who am I, who was he, are there any answers as to what it was all about?

I found him here on e2. Homeless, I believe, is his current status.

It's like finding out the homecoming queen took her clothes off for a nudie mag. We're appalled, yet thrilled to be in such proximity to a scandal.

But why? As T.S. Eliot would say, "But to what purpose/Disturbing the dust on a bowl of rose-leaves/I do not know."

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