Visualize: You’re in a dream, seated in an ornate concert hall with burgundy velvet seats and golden baroque molding that seems to breathe with the music. A stranger approaches, apologetic – you’re in their seat. You stand, move aside, and exchange a brief glance of mutual acknowledgment. The moment passes. You wake. Somewhere else, maybe…
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Often, I think about our effort at permanence – how we construct cities, nations, and entire civilizations as though they were eternal fixtures rather than brief arrangements of matter in an indifferent cosmos. There’s something both terrifying and liberating in contemplating the immense scale of time, in recognizing that Earth spins not just on its…
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Becoming exacts a cost we rarely anticipate. This melancholy arrives slowly – less a sharp loss than a gradual dissolution of bonds that once seemed unbreakable. It unpacks quietly while you are occupied in the trenches; it settles softly, never making a sound that alerts you to its presence. You remain oblivious, live with it,…
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You wake from a dream and for a brief, unsettling moment don’t know who you’re meant to be. Both the waking and dream worlds are equally true in that liminal space. The pillow you’re holding and the lover who just left your arms have the same ontological weight. No less real than the room gradually…
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