diary
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Midnight in the Desert
In quiet desperation we wish for companionship, some of us time travel to radio shows and find ourselves in the Art Bell universe. I wished to write about this, I felt it so strongly while catching myself feeling cozy. Let me explain. As I became aware of myself year after year, as my existentialism and…
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To You Who Are Also Flawed
May you find peace while rowing these oceans in that small boat. Don’t you ever wish they stopped looking at you? They should at least dim the lights. Provide cocktails. Make it more manageable for you. Profitable even. To some of us, death sounds like a sweet relief when we just about had it. A…
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How to Know Whether You Should Leave
I write this as I explore my own pain. I hide and use repetition. I am somewhere that does not welcome growth and reeks of envy. A place stuck in mud. It does not inspire me to be at my best, to express myself through color and style. It instructs you to be like the…
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Midnight Blue
The masked individual is a faceted crystal, as he spins, a game of light and reflection, color and shadow remind the beholder he can never be known. There is a blue labyrinth as a stage today, his long black cape sways effortlessly in special agreement with the space that holds him, a long hallway with…
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Warning Signs
I wish I could book an empty city to cry in, I felt some peace in my late afternoon walk, I admit I felt rejection at the sight of others, I felt like a hermit leaving his cave. Today, all day, I have been wanting to be gone. To be deleted like a simple paragraph,…
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World Alone
Here is some thoughts in no particular order. Some cities are mirages, “You have been walking for too long without any food or water, traveller. There is shapes contorting, ahead and all around you, they may or may not try to engage you, whatever you choose to do, avoid attacking them, they don’t know what…
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Walk + Masks
Got nowhere to go? Nothing to do? Are you living with the black dog? Walk with me. Get your backpack, or purse. Get your phone or leave it. Lets go grab a coffee. You will see the inhabitants everywhere you go… they pretend to be busy, they are good at this. And you, you have…
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Simulation Theory
I dont think there is any inhabitants here. When I close my door, beyond these walls, how would I know? How can I distinguish what is real? How can we at any given time know for sure that what we are experiencing is not a delusion? How can we be sure that our senses are…
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