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tunnelvisionary

i think i’m worried. and if i’m not worried, i should be worried. i worry that i am devolving into a mean-spirited person. once in a while i notice that i am walking around in a tunnel. if not a … Continue reading

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unalone wolf

I ended my nearly 48 hours of not speaking to anyone but cashiers and front desk clerks around 9pm this evening when my mother called. It was very very tempting to extend the duration, but how can you not answer … Continue reading

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Six minutes

It doesn’t take much lack of imagination for me to be sitting outside at Starbucks somewhere in Lincoln Park. At this Starbucks, they’re serving wine and people are drinking. They’re playing “Rock and Roll High School” on the sound system, … Continue reading

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there is a choice … isn’t there?

between writing and eating raw almonds and listening to Debussy. i think i cannot do more than one at the same time. i fear i am a liar and a scoundrel. I just sent an email to my therapist, informing … Continue reading

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