In the end you become part of everything you hate, basically.
I was an art student at the time, like thousands of others.
Live life, see it through. Carry on, it's all you can do.
I close my eyes and feel the universe within me.
Feelin' guilty, feelin' scared, hidden cameras everywhere.
The passage of time eliminates some of the more intimate details of one's existence. The routine trivia like passing water and shitting and the amount of food and alcohol consumed in the course of daily survival. Sure, there were girls. Lots of'em. It's inevitable.