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Tag Archives: past
Isolation, Artifacts
Sometimes it takes the whole world stopping to rediscover what you love. When things come to a grinding halt maybe you first glut yourself on the vices you’d used to distract yourself from misery. Maybe the very things you’d framed … Continue reading
Posted in All posts, Fiction/Creative, Mindfulness
Tagged artifacts, coronavirus, covid, covid19, happiness, isolation, pandemic, past, peace
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Do I Dare Dream Again?
Do I dare start to dream again? Is it time to put all these woes and all these trivialities behind me? Do I once again sweep away all of the presumed things of importance to open up that space, crepuscular … Continue reading
Recognition, Recollection
I work downtown in a relatively small area. I see hundreds of faces on any given day. I live in the same town I went to college in, and there are old faces everywhere: anyone I recognize could be someone … Continue reading
Posted in All posts, Fiction/Creative, Snippets
Tagged details, history, identity, old man, past, recognition, recollection, story
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Dioramas
I’ve wanted to preserve the past in tiny little dioramas, the curator of some mental museum, impeccably aligned artifacts depicting experiences pristine, preserved out of time, so when I’d access them (later, always later) I could say yes, people have loved … Continue reading
Years
I am often afraid that the years will leave me. If I stop pursuing, if I take a break, someone will catch up to me, proving me fraud, and all the capacity that’s come to me over the years will … Continue reading