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Still Here
Still here and breathing. What does it mean to respire? There is something to be said about the act of breathing in air, and breathing out something transformed. Our being operates on this premise: to make something out of something. Still here and writing every day. I can’t help but write compulsively every day. Nothing…
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This Equation
My life is currently an equation undergoing some sort of transformation, and I can not wait to see the horrors on the other side of this nightmarish show. The variables are changing, but the crux remains the same. This vessel is undergoing a cleaning ritual. Enough said there.
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Tangled Up In Blue
Mr. Bob Dylan has always been somewhat of a father figure in terms of cultivating my musical taste. I mean, of course, I have never met the man in the flesh, but I have met the man a bunch of times by listening to his music, so to speak. It should go without saying that…
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Things Have Changed
I used to care, but things have changed. That’s Mr. Dylan echoing some of my feelings as of the past few months. I have been walking 40 miles of bad road. Yes, I have been threading through a nightmare for more than 40 days and nights. And yes, some of it was in the desert…
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Writing as Reading
I know I have said: “I read and then I write.” There can be so many ways of thinking about this thought. One way of thinking about this is to say, that by writing, one is reading the world essentially. Writing, be it through typing words on a word processor, or carving shapes on a…
Esmat Zeerak 