Tagged: burial grounds

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IX: Struggle

It took me a while to learn that just because my experience of something doesn’t match a commonly accepted description, that doesn’t mean that my experience isn’t real. Namely: struggle. All the memes and conversations seemed to suggest that there was...

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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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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....