She stood among the circles and colours of Richard Gorman paintings, her flared patched jeans down to the floor, a brick orange beanie, light hazel eyes, between light flicks at her phone her sweatshirt read Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness. Yes, I thought, that was my home ground too, though I didn't have it written across my chest above my flared trousers when I was twenty, I knew its long delicious chill.
Infinite sadness according to wiki-google-etc is a form of anxiety that can be remedied with the right drugs. Private, inarticulate, infinite sadness remains intact. That's the beauty of it.
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