Where Currents Meet
A sequence of seeming nothingnesses lasting seemingly short. An illusory irony: And I sit there, watching the sky invert colours from a clear, pastel blue to a splotchy pink, like it’s reversed itself—inside out. And I know what that sky looks like because whenever this happens, I look at it. And I look at it…
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More than being ethical, I’d like to think of honesty as a brilliant means of catharsis. To rid oneself of living with a lie single-handedly beats the guilt staring you in the face. I guarantee you that. I guarantee you the catharsis.
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…June may not be as refreshing as January, or as lovestruck as February, or as rusty as March, or as joyful as April— but it has an unknowing beauty in itself…
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