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the eye of the hurricane is still in the storm
I disagree with those who strike out into the midst of the billows and, welcoming a stormy existence, wrestle daily in hardihood of soul with life’s problems. Seneca, Moral Letters, 28.7.1 One of the strangest phenomenon I have witnessed and experienced as a human being is the propensity to choose to be in a romantic…
ignorantia neminem excusat: ignorance excuses no one
I came across this song the other day, “A Letter To Everyone Who’s Hurt Me,” and it really struck a chord. I mean really. How do you learn what love and respect are supposed to feel like when you grow up being shown one thing but being told or experiencing something completely different? Uncomfortable truth:…
throwing away the one ring
At some point several years ago, I’d stopped wearing the diamond because my body was so sick that I couldn’t wear them without swelling problems. But the problem that was almost as big was that it pissed off my ex. Big time. He had an absolute fucking meltdown because how dare I embarrass him by…
Welcome back?!
I admit it wholeheartedly: I’ve been in a writer’s hell, a wordless purgatory for far too long. Not quite five years ago this Friday, I lied to the most dangerous person I’ve ever known when I told him I would see him in a few short months as I crawled down the hallway on hands…
A Cottage in Appalachia
I’ve been busily unpacking and settling into the first home I’ve properly had since I left for the hospital four and a half years ago. I had a deep feeling when I left that day that I wasn’t just saying see ya later to my pets and belongings, I was saying goodbye for good. It…
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the kintsukuroi life 