Observations
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Wherever you are, make it home. This is my new space for now. Downsized to a small closet. When life is upside down, don’t forget to save some space for yourself.
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It all originated with a few clicks used for rudimentary communication. Engineers controlled what was uploaded while they developed interconnectivity Once monetization began, the misinformation age had arrived. Greedy TechTrons were far too literal minded and caught up in material gains to notice when the machines started to insidiously connect synapsis and surpass the average…
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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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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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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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Over time my sales listings dwindled and the apartment was looking much less cluttered. Early one beautiful Sunday morning, I looked around and saw the large plate glass mirror that had been mounted on the wall for my makeup station. Since pandemic, I’d had it removed, but it had been leaning against a wall since,…
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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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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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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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Feeling lost. Perhaps it’s ok to feel this way. Just let everything go and take the path of least resistance when it appears.
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In a rundown Atlantic City bar during a 1978 Nor’easter, a lonely clown reflects on his life while nursing bourbon and chain-smoking. Surrounded by nostalgia and decay, he finds comfort in being back in his hometown, despite personal struggles.
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Living the in between. Between the past and future, between life and death, between joy, sorrow and rage, between loneliness and wanting to be alone. Between connection and isolation. Trapped in between with no end in sight. Limbo.
Lost Art of Mystery 