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Prelude to Farewell
You can’t rescue every stray cat you see on the street. However, why are there so many stray cats to begin with? I can’t sleep – once again. My inability to drift to rest means only one thing: I am scrolling the news again. My cheeks are wet. Here we go again. Nothing makes sense. …
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Kaleidoscopic Love
There is always someone somewhere discovering the other life, the other self, stepping off into uncharted territory. Yet, in the midst of knowing this, I also know that I am so small, so ordinary, and do have limited time on my hands to be able to envision the majority of the world. My view, like…
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That corner of isolation
I wish that after 14 days of self-imposed isolation, I would have something profound to say. I simply do not. It wasn’t that hard; at least the first half was not that hard. I mostly felt like a grizzly bear hyperventilating in a cave tucked away from everybody’s gaze. I was too familiar with…
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Hazy memories, my bruised knees and shards of porcelain
Lately, my hands been shaking quite a bit, so I was not surprised, catching myself silently observing how porcelain cup slipped through my fingers and crashed. ‘Oh here goes the green tea‘- I thought, completely ignoring chunks of porcelain scattered through the floor. I liked that cup. It was a gift of somebody I once…
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To outrun infinity
There is nothing more beautiful in life than to feel the infinity of the moment in time. You just there. Nowhere else. Just now and here. And everything else melts away into the abyss. We are constantly in motion – that sometimes we outrun the infinity; we do not enable ourselves to wallow in it,…
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What became of the world If all I see is emerged in Teracotta
Every morning the same sun greets me. Every morning for a moment world stands still. And every morning I am one day older. There are days where the grass is very green, and the skies are very blue, there are days where everything emerges in the grey undertones. These days my mind wonders what is…
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