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Category: THINKING

  • teeny tiny charcuterie boards laden with cheese

    One day there was a woman reading on one of the back balconies, the one with the most plants, a cat in her lap. We nodded hello but that was it. I imagined myself similarly positioned. Could I grow that many plants? Do I want a cat? Some months later, there was a woman, I…

  • sky walking away

    It is unfair how much of the work that we have to do in order to be fully human is necessarily devoted to overcoming false narratives. This sentence came to me fully formed while standing in a very long line and then I had to hope I'd remember what I was thinking about and how…

  • salt for such wounds

    It is unlikely that anything will sting the way once, when you were so much younger, your friend sat down with you to confess that his feelings had shifted and what he had thought was a bit of fun while verbally sparring was actually an attraction and he had to acknowledge it, it wasn't worth…

  • Curiouser

    I don't understand why we were told that curiosity killed a cat as if this were a reason not to be curious but a lot of people definitely aren't curious and it always seems weird to me. It's fun to know things. When I was younger, before the internet, I would call the library or…

  • Kaninchen und Ente

      This is a drawing of a rabbit. It's just a sketch and doesn't look very much like an actual rabbit; the ears are wrong and it lacks the endlessly curious bunny nose. I won't go on with rabbit details (soft fur, various endearing noises). I'm not stupid, it's not a real rabbit, it's a…

  • Ballast

    How long will you carry it, this weight? If the original idea was that it would hold you in place, it has done so, has pinned you not exactly on but so near the ground it's functionally the same. It is a form of stability that is closer to stagnation. What heights could you have…

  • murmuration

    Last night, sitting on the balcony and watching the birds swoop across the sky in waves, like schools of fish, and trying to decide if that's a murmuration or just flocking without looking at my phone to see what the difference was. Our voices got quieter and hushed as the dusk shifted the sky to…

  • ways to be

    being excellent but thinking you're perfect being excellent and knowing it exactly being excellent and thinking you're average being excellent and thinking you're inferior   being average and thinking that you're excellent being average and knowing it exactly being average and thinking you're inferior   being inferior and thinking you're excellent being inferior and thinking…

  • that unnoticed and that necessary

    When I was little, I used to listen to my parents sleeping at night. They didn't snore, but they were deep and slow breathers. I used to have terrible headaches and found it difficult to fall asleep over the painful pounding in my own ears, but if I could listen to my parents' regular inhale…

  • memory souls

    The heat came on yesterday. It's August. I have some opinions about that. One of which is: WTF.    Sometimes I feel like I'm wasting my life, or specifically that I'm wasting my summers, working and reading shit online, but then I think: What was I planning to do? Is it a shame that I…