Category: original fiction
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[writing][biographic] My Dad: A Series of Vignettes
A knock on my door. “Can I come in?” My dad’s voice sounded muffled on the other side of the door. Setting aside Ricky, my raccoon stuffed animal, I sat up. “Yeah. Come in.” I knew what was gonna happen. I was going to talk. He was going to listen, and then he was going…
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[writing][poetry] Sonnet VI
READ HERE Turning the pages of memory’s book,I recall those moments that could not last,Long shrouded within the fog of the past;I wonder: what would I find should I look?A word aptly spoken or careless thought?Time well-spent and valued or thrown away?Surrounded by love or abandoned one day?My heart well-guarded or easily bought?Then with a…
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[writing][poetry] Autumn
<a href="http://<!– wp:paragraph –> <p>https://www.wattpad.com/469414564-invisible-worlds-a-book-of-verse-autumn</p> “Autumn” by me! READ HERE!!!
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[opinion] The Role of Art and Culture – Part 1
What is the difference between situation A and situation B? We are seeing two different depictions of two interactions. One is that of a consumer receiving (education, enlightenment, entertainment); the other is that of a consumer giving or responding (complaints, compliments). These pictures also depict the difference between two types of cultural productions: one in…
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[opinion] The Activist Spectrum
Activism is all well and good, but, as with criticism, there is constructive and not constructive (what I will call destructive). I would argue that constructive and destructive activism are, perhaps, part and parcel of human activity and protest. Is any faction free from destructive activities or association with destructive activities? And if there is…
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[thought piece] No Man’s Sky, Puddleglum, and Our Existential Need for Narrative
Vox, believe it or not, made a pretty good point about No Man’s Sky in its article, No Man’s Sky is an existential crisis simulator disguised as a space exploration game: Okay, so the universe in No Man’s Sky is really, really big. But what, exactly, do you do in it? […] Even when the…
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[poetry] “Autumnal Walk to Church”
Where pavement meets grass, a sense of change fills the air – scent of cool decay.