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Alive.
It’s hard. We know that already. It’s really fucking hard. Harder than you could ever have possibly imagined. To just. Stay. Alive. Stay alive. Breathe. In. Out. In. Out. The oxygen in the lungs, expanding, contracting, blood moving in the veins, heart pumping, ears listening, tongue tasting, eyes blinking. Alive. Stay alive, in spite of […]
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Is blue.
We like to believe there’s more out there. We do. And you know what I mean when I say out there. The great unknown that hangs above us all, stretching out, endless, unimaginable, limitless. Whether you’re a believer of a religion, an avid aliens-are-out-there type, or the kind who relies on the universe to provide. […]
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Resilience in the face of no future.
I sent out my 150th job application today. That’s something I never thought I’d type. I lie. I’d been anticipating it. One hundred and fifty! If my job search was a human, we’d consider him/her/them a scientific marvel, a living symbol of human resilience. There’d be a statue erected in honour. At the very […]
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Accumulation.
How much stuff do you have? It’s a weird word, isn’t it? Stuff. St-uff. Stufffffffff. Say it. Say it out loud. Let the sound fill your mouth. Stuff. Do you have a lot? It’s sneaky, is stuff. It creeps up on you, accumulates, takes over, demands nothing from you but you can’t let it go. […]
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Red Sweater.
Where is your phone? In your pocket. Next to your arm. Resting on your lap. In your hands as you read this. What model is it? Mine is an iPhone 11, red, cracked on the back and the front, and I don’t have a phone case. If you’re inclined, I invite you to open your […]
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Statements of Permanence.
I came across this on a walk a few days ago. I haven’t been able to stop thinking of it. The graffiti, that is. It was one of those stress relieving walks. You know the ones, earphones in, whatever playlist you generally prefer the most, comfortable walking shoes. Mine are neon yellow Adidas, bouncy in […]
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The Comfort Zone.
Six Months. Six months and three weeks. Two hundred and three days. Four thousand, eight hundred and fifty-nine hours and twenty-two minutes. Two hundred and ninety-one thousand, five hundred and sixty-one minutes. And, to be just a little facetious, seventeen million, four hundred and ninety-three thousand, six hundred and fifty-two seconds. That’s how long I […]
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