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Sometimes I forget how different the world used to be. Then a song comes on the radio—maybe The Cure, maybe R.E.M., or the haunting echo of Siouxsie and the Banshees—and I’m suddenly 13 again, the key to the house jangling in my backpack, walking home alone after school with nobody waiting but the TV and a box of cereal.

November 2021 I think back to a day when I was about two or three years old and I was sitting in my backyard blowing on dandelions so I...