Two Berkeleys and Dreams that don’t age well

There are two Berkeleys, but as I don’t go to UC Berkeley, I can only be part of the other one. Berkeley is the place people go to cling to some desperate shallow simulacrum of their dreams and youth when they no longer have the strength to survive in the outside world or have amassed enough money to buy off the part of them that struggles for something better. Berkeley is a Great Compromise between growing up and facing yourself in the mirror. I pass adults with wrinkled faces, too much makeup, dreadlocks and pierces and hipster clothes. I pass people middle-aged or older with the coy, innocent expression of a 15-year-old at a protest, still young enough to think appearances can save the world.

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