understanding
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There’s this M. Night Shyamalan movie that has an monologue that a friend and I once transformed a bit. We took the word “dead” and inserted “stupid”. I see stupid people. They’re all around me. They don’t know they’re stupid. Today I have been dealing with the frustration of not being able to express my
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I’ve watched this progression happening inside my home over the past month or so. The container garden in my sun porch at some point brought little flying bugs into the environment. Whether they came from the soil or from the great outdoors is unclear, but they arrived, nonetheless. And I have tried several remedies that
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Yesterday was too much. In fact, the too much started the day before, and I didn’t do a good job of mitigating it at the outset. But who is great at mitigating, really? On Thursday, when I took the bus to the doctor, there was so much chaos. There was a woman who insisted her
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There is a line in Lewis Carroll’s tales of Alice’s Adventures that reads: “You’re not the same as you were before,” he said. You were much more… muchier… you’ve lost your muchness.” I’ve often liked that line, spoken to Alice about the ways that she has changed. And though the point of Carroll’s writing was
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The last few days I haven’t been able to keep control of my letters. They keep switching up and making the words I mean to write a jumbled mess. And this is not figurative in any way. I’m seriously dyslexic of late. It isn’t a major issue, since we have these lovely computer checks of
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