Oxbow is not real. This I have come to realize.
I meet some people, live with them for a couple weeks, exchange memories, Facebook's and phone numbers,
and suddenly that's all they are to me.
I will most likely never meet these people again,
and if by the off chance that I do, it will not be Oxbow, a community where we all believed,
for just a short while, that this world of art and perpetual celebration of life was real.
Oxbow is a euphoria in a bubble, and I hate it.
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