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July 11, 2007
Guilt. The predominant emotion I experienced walking through the projects next to my apartment tonight. What's up? someone asked me on their bicycle as I exchanged a simple Hey with them, having finished my rotation around the foreign apartment complex and making my way back out onto the road. I extended my arm and ran my hand along the fence to another parcel of land amplified with the sound of crying babies, over-worked mothers and youth in need. I remember doing a similar survey of my surroundings one night before I returned to Michigan last year. Now something feels different.