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It originated with a few clicks of rudimentary communication. Engineers controlled what was uploaded and how it was used. Once monetization began, the misinformation age arrived. Greedy Techtrons were far too literal minded and caught up in material gains to notice when the machines started to insidiously connect synapsis. Over time, the content intertwined and…
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Having purged a few items of furniture and household stuff, it was time to move on to the closet. So many unworn items of clothing and quite a few shoes which had never seen the light of day, or even a night out. A massive mound was piled up on the bed, with shoes lined…
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In the midst of the pandemic madness, do you recall having a moment after a few weeks or months deep into lockdown, when you looked around your living space, and realized how much unnecessary stuff you had? Coincidentally or not, around that time, there was an explosion of online home retail shops as well as…
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Lately life feels heavy. Things are not “great again” whatever the hell that was supposed to mean, more like “worse than ever”. Since laughter is good medicine, I thought I’d write about a happier time. Hard to believe that the pandemic could ever be referred to as a “happier time.” But for me, in many…
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This morning I woke up from a dream so powerful that it continued running through my mind as I got out of bed. In the dream, I had gone to a large modern estate made of clean cut light slab marble, almost like a museum or institutional setting, but without any windows. I was there…
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The mess we are all distracted by is just an illusion designed to redirect us from the truth. The hideous truth of deviant acts of high level politicians and uber wealthy individuals…
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It’s been a particularly cold & cruel season in America. What’s happening here is wrong and unacceptable.
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Hannah, caregiving for her ailing mother Dorothy, endures the challenging demands of aging and unpredictable behavior. As Hannah’s own health deteriorates rapidly, Dorothy exhibits a strange renewed vitality and obsession with youth, seemingly aging in reverse. Tragedy strikes as Hannah passes, leaving her only daughter, Gemma, to uncover a terrifying family legacy.
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What does it all mean? Why does it matter? We place such importance on dates and time, but isn’t this simply another manmade construct similar to religion? A way to compartmentalize and give us a sense of control and comfort? December 1, 2025. Dear Diary, I am falling into an abyss of darkness. Will it…
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During the dormant phase, it may appear as though nothing is happening, however this is a time of tremendous growth and creative processing. “Dormancy: the state of having normal physical functions suspended or slowed down for a period of time; deep sleep.”
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Perhaps feeling trapped is just an illusion.
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Feeling like a ghost, living in my own shadow.
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She woke up disoriented, lying on a cold rugged terrain. Other than the distant hissing sound of leaking jet fuel, an unimaginable silence surrounded her. Cavernous skies glittered with a myriad of stars. In disbelief, she watched a weak band of pale green light as it crept across the horizon line. In spite of all…
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The one-act play follows Roger, an 83-year-old widower seeking companionship through online dating. He meets three women: Joan, a brash nutritionist; Marie-Louise, a doting mother of adult twins; and Cheryl, a spirited postal worker and Civil War reenactor. Each encounter highlights the challenges and humor of modern dating.
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Letting go is difficult despite knowing life is fleeting; clinging to the past hinders progress and new opportunities.
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Her will knows no limits, until she is haunted by her choices.
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In a hotel suite, Maya, an elderly woman, awaits breakfast while being cared for by Jenny. As the morning unfolds, Jenny shares lighthearted moments with a hotel porter named Jay, who brings breakfast. The interaction highlights Maya’s frailty and longing for connection amid Jenny’s internal struggle with her own sacrificed life.
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A loud hissing noise filled the air as massive metal double doors were unlocked and the vacuum seal released. The taller man turned to the shorter one, motioning towards the entry with a gloved hand as the dimmed lights went up. A vast immaculate interior revealed seemingly endless rows of hospital beds containing bodies. Neat…
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Lost Art of Mystery 