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Where The Sky Folds Into You
The first time I saw her, she was standing at the edge of the lake where the stars had fallen. She did not move, nor did she need to; her…
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The Soul in Collapse
Human civilization has always been a kind of tension, akin to the taut string of a lyre, stretched between two essential notes, that being the individual and the collective, the singular voice and…
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Rewriting Identity Amidst Racialized Being
In the quiet hush between the weight of centuries and the ephemeral breath of the present, a delicate stillness spreads, like twilight gathering at the edge of memory. It is…
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Inherent Meaning of Mortality
There is a hush that settles when time speaks louder than ambition—a silence not of stillness, but of accumulation. In this silence resides the aging population, not as anomaly but…
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Meaning Amidst Automatization
Automatization and the irruption of artificial intelligence emerge as dual-edged swords, etching new pathways into the fabric of human existence. Machines, tireless and unburdened by the limits of fatigue or…
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On Social Media, Creativity, and the Paradox of Digital Selfhood
There is a question that haunts the modern mind, stitched into the soft blue glow of our devices: Does social media liberate us, or does it tame us? It is a question…
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At the Edge of Our Remembrance
I. Echoes at the End of the World The man had forgotten exactly how long he had wandered. Time had ceased to mark itself in conventional ways, dissolving into endless…
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Chasing Purple Giraffes: Reimagining Drug Policy Beyond Punishment
Drug decriminalization, particularly regarding the possession of controlled substances for personal use, occupies a complex and contentious space in public discourse. Unlike valence issues that attract broad consensus, drug decriminalization…
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An Individual Take on Everything and Nothing
Synopsis and Observations Jorge Luis Borges’ Everything and Nothing is a prose-poem folded like origami into the silence between history and myth. At once sparse and sacred, the piece resists conventional narrative…
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The Children We Cast Out
There is a particular kind of silence that forms after violence, a societal hush masquerading as resolve. In the 1990s, this silence gave birth to a policy: zero tolerance. It…
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Sports and Race
Throughout the past century, the relationship between sports and race has become a critical area of sociological study. When viewed from an outside perspective, it is hard to refute the…
You Never Truly Escaped the Moonlight: Part V
Dancing in the Moonlight Death can be death. Nothing else, nothing more. We lose those we love and gain new love. Songs echo in the night, and silence rules all.…
You Never Truly Escaped the Moonlight: Part IV
Sail Away into That Great Unknown The only path forward is to go onward without understanding. We humans are limited by our finite understanding of not only ourselves, but the…
You Never Truly Escaped the Moonlight: Part III
I Drowned in Those Twin Rivers He was awash in the light of a new moon when I lost him, just as I first remember him in the overarching recollection…
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You Never Truly Escaped the Moonlight: Part II
Tears Might Be Forgotten When Adrift With my vision blurred, I look with strained eyes to the ceiling that lies imposingly above me. The world itself is seemingly magnified by…
You Never Truly Escaped the Moonlight: Part I
The Sea of Our Own Sorrow I write to not lose my life. My memory is a dogged thing, shifting between pure clarity to inept delirium. I maintained delusions of…
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The Life of N
Introduction N is an altogether remarkable women, who at the age of 78 has lived a life full of both great highs and lows. Her life is reflective of a…
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The Quiet That Followed
The world didn’t end all at once. No, it was quieter than that. A whisper unraveling beneath the threshold of human hearing. A soft exhale lost in the static of…
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The Pale Man of Gloaming Street
They say the fog in London has moods. That it breathes and listens. That it moves not by wind, but by want. It rolls off the Thames in thick ribbons,…