Category: Wonderings
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Silent Green
The buildings sank into the quiet water mist, a desperate offering to silent green. Once, there were people here. Streets felt sparkling cool. But this stolen valley reclaims, and we never did belong.
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Copywriters Are So Nice
Isn’t this nice? https://twitter.com/Andy_Maslen/status/545630513550352384
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A Eulogy for My Youth
I will mourn the passing of my early twenties. Goodbye precocity. From 26 your hard work is expected and ignored. I love the pat on the head you see; I adore being a special thing. I’ve got so much mileage out of being ‘only 21’, ‘just turned 23’, ‘not even 25’. From 26, my age…
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Slow Train Slow Writing
Theirs was a time of red dust in open mouths. Have yam, sah? Have salt? Have water? Smiling gone from the vocabulary, any man with shoes would be swarmed by the blank-faced angels of our sweeping famine. Living just got hard; death was never so easy as in the swollen belly of starving Biafra. Take your snaps,…
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A Different Perspective
Last night I slept upside down in my bed, head under the rain pounding on the skylight. We did that a lot when we were kids, and moving our beds to other positions; it gives a different perspective. I remember telling my dad I sometimes imagined that I was standing on the ceiling, walking around…
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