Working in the designer fabric warehouse left me with knowledge uncommon among my friends. However, my ability to identify the color periwinkle never got me anything but blank stares. Not an effective pickup line in dive bars.
So much of what I’ve collected knowledge-wise seems like useless trivia. Like a detective novel, I save every bit of information in case it becomes useful later. Waiting for the next sunrise to bring some gestalt of my hoarded data. It will all make sense. It will have purpose. Periwinkle, racing apexes and the history of Spain will combine into an intellectual Nirvana.
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