Flashback
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First Avenue, circa 1984
A friend asked for some pictures of The Wallets, the legendary Minneapolis punk-funk-polka-dance band from the 1980s. I had a bunch of slides in the archives and, after scanning them, when I viewed the enlarged images it triggered a flashback to the nightmare that was my young adulthood..
There comes a point when imagery outstrips prose, Jungian archetypes become reality:
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