Category: Olympia Present

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VII: Signs

A teacher I had in my first year of college once lectured me on the ephemeral and unreal nature of road signage. “It’s all shamanism,” he’d said. This notion excited me at the time because it expressed something I’d been unable...

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VI: Canines

I had a dream about my dog last night. Dreams about my dog always bum me out because he’s 2,200 miles away and living (permanently and against my will) with my high-school ex-boyfriend, with whom I was living when Attila became...

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V: Paths

The more you tread a neural pathway, it becomes more well-worn and easier to access. You commit it not just to memory, but to feeling. Hurt never goes away: you just learn a new path. So often you wish life was...

small section of alleyway with childlike graffiti of ghost wearing party hat, and spotted mushrooms 4

IV: Impassioned

Waterdog was in the street screaming obscenities at cars like it was his job. Angst, like sunlight, can be measured in reflectivity: tonight, despite the darkness, the albedo is close to a perfect one. “I was thinking about stopping taking my antidepressants....

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II: Crazy

  April 6th, at 6pm. Shade is supplicated by buildings; the air is a slowly cooling 73 degrees Fahrenheit. The breeze smells like blueberry muffins; the light is even, hazy, diffused, neutral. Earth flags adorn this block and an older man...

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I: Intro

“My house is… literally under the scaffold.” The aggregate of old buildings, shambling and squat that collects near the intersection of Fifth Street and Franklin. It is a polygon, marked by the thoroughfare of passage and also the points of destination....