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this is Morford in the SF Chronicle ..

You can see it in the eyes. Vacant, sort of glassy, dark and distant as if staring into a cave full of nails from a thousand miles – and a million joyful lifetimes – away .. You know the look. You’ve seen it a million times, this “Oh my God how did I get here,” this “How can this really be my life,” this look of deep and long-muted pain and/or dull resignation, the long rusted-over knowledge that choices have been made and there was no other way, even though there was, even though there still is

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