Tagged: composition

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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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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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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....