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Courtesies That I Despise in Me
What remains when distinctions blur into wholeness? I keep noticing these imaginary lines my mind draws around experience—carving states into “this” versus “that,” progress into “step-by-step” versus “immediate.” It is as if my life could be mapped like territory, with…
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Just the Way You Like It
What whispers beneath the surface when desire speaks its name? I notice how one small word — “want” — carries worlds of difference within its borders. Sometimes, it feels like explaining trails I’ve already walked, as if desire follows rather…
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I Won’t Go Astray
Something feels off, but I can’t quite identify why. I may wake up each day longing for more than the previous one and go to bed, hoping that tomorrow will bring something better. Even when circumstances seem fine, there’s this…
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Lonely Rivers Flow
How do these exact lights mirror my experiences, with each reflection true? Truth whispers. What does it mean when it wears many masks and tells myriad tales? As I climb a shared mountain, I wonder: are my paths unique—some steep,…
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And Your Mind Is Moving Low
Where does my walk start? What guides the breeze? What stirs the warm air to lift and glide? Each answer spins into a new question, pathways unfolding infinitely. Thirst stirs. What sparked it? The dryness of the throat? The sun’s…
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I Can’t Use It Anymore
Is there a way through this? Can I be sure, even as everything disappears around me? Why does the ground keep shifting, yet I feel steady? How can that be? Are the walls melting, or am I? Did the walls…
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This Is the New Stuff
What do I see when all ideas mix? I find myself constantly searching for the best perspective to understand things, yet every viewpoint reveals its opposite, like two heads looking at each other and mirroring their thoughts. It’s intriguing. There…
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‘Cause We Were Never Being Boring
These cycles keep going, but what changes? It feels as if every effect creates its cause, and every cause has not yet happened. The future seems to shape the past, yet neither truly exists except as a thought at this…
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Strange When You Think of Our Chances
I used to think some seeds would never sprout. That some ground was too barren, too hard, too far gone. I would look at certain places and think, “Nothing could ever grow there.” How strange to be so sure about…
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I Was Ordered to Listen
When I gather impressions, they feel solid at first but quickly turn into sensations that aren’t mine. I may ask myself who is collecting these experiences and what is actually being collected. Now, I find feelings, but they continuously transform…
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Sometimes, I long to stay and not leave again. And I even think that would be possible just by telling myself I want that. Holding my position against change and surprise. But who am I to observe this matter…
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