Amidst the turmoil of aesthetically and socially powerless positions, I began my first lesson in discotheque design. Distracted by both the exciting and difficult moments of my first design attempt, I was living in a state of melancholy detachment. The privileged world of the campus felt utterly foreign, as did her new awareness of herself as a symbol of a dark mole apon my face.
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