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"we write to taste life twice"
Category: existential writing
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perhaps looking backwards is really the only way to move forward. i have done some pretty stupid things in the first five years of my twenties. took fast and curious steps. lost many qualities along the way, acquired so many new ones. the things that make me happy and the way i choose to be…
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oh boy, it’s happening. the urge to read poems. the urge to cry with bursts of excitement in the event of absolutely nothing but a thought. the urge to scream without any warning. the impulse to imagine outcomes relentlessly. the drive to play well written plays of kisses and making love in your head. no…
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i have to write this one in black ink because it is the only one i have with me at this moment. but i will underline every word with the purple ink once i get a grip of it, promise. isn’t it also the entire manuscript of life itself? you have to do it with…
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wuthering heights by Emily Brontë, written under her pen name Ellis Bell, is an epitome of a gothic novel. the atmosphere, metaphors, and symbols are all carefully presented in a way that can engulf the reader into the darkness of the book. it is melodramatic in the best way possible. wuthering heights will melancholically show…
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your romanticized solitude and your overstuffed melancholy will be the end of you. your devotion to desperation is almost like feeding your soul with poison. the idealization of the individual being good on its own is the modern tragedy. it creates a generation that doesn’t know about being home sick. disconnected from reality. disconnected from…
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in his book “la distanza della luna”, Italo Calvino says at one time, according to Darwin, the Moon was very close to the earth. do you know what happened next? the tides gradually pushed her far away. the tides that the Moon herself causes in the earth’s waters, where the earth slowly loses energy. he…
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when i was 19, i wrote a piece called “not mine” and depicted the yearning for a life that is not mine. i begged for a story that was not mine. everything i lived and the way i lived them made me crave for a life that was not mine. then, on may 13, 2023,…
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i am begging for a life that is not mine. something else. anything else. i am searching for a dimension that can take me in and change everything. an alcoholic drug addict author waiting for inspiration in a garage in Amsterdam, a flower lady dreaming about her lover as she grubs up the plants, a…
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spirituality is a treasure nowadays, more than ever i think. not to escape reality but to make the most of it. and when you think about it, you’ll see that every belief system has the same core. they all come from one shared idea that is sculpted and interpreted in different ways. but the core…
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now i have my whole life packed at my parents house. now i search through the boxes for cotton to remove my nail polish and one gaze at the quickly packed cotton, taken from once my very own bathroom, i feel tears in my eyes. you go through hard times, you handle them fast with…
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