July 2009
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Have you also learned that secret from the river; that there is no such thing as...
– Siddhartha, Hermann Hesse
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Dormant Creatures
We sleep in the sing song windy window rattle of Tuesday afternoons, late for class and life amid used books scattered half-read and dogeared, cold pizza and debt. —as the suns sets in Damascus, some woman bleeds in Persia, the colossus sinks into the sea, we write dissertations on bud brewed chai: honey sweetened jasmine spiced earthly melange —we ponder the beginning, in...
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We are Tomte. The Scandinavian region of northern Europe is the fabled home of...
– I frequent a bakery in Shinjuku station. This slogan is written on their shopping bags.
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the data aggregates from the chaos
I’ve been strangely unreasonable to myself lately. I have neglected my passions to the point that that they are no longer my passions. I seldom write. Never poetry. I don’t take photos. I no longer work on digital media. I was never any good at these things but I did them anyway. Now I just work at an unfulfilling [this is not a word—it should be] job. My personal relationships are...