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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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VIII: Value

TW: extreme animal violence This is a story about evil. What an opener. I guess I should preface that. I am, for lack of a more descriptive term, a moral relativist. There isn’t any right or wrong in my world, and...

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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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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...

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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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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...