Memory Lane

Memory Lane

People said I glided across the water, but I felt more like I was floundering, barely able to get above the surface long enough to gasp for air.

Ad-in

Ad-in

My grippy polyester strings bite deep into the fuzz, sending it on an arc toward the far side of the service box.

I Was Wrong About: Myself

I Was Wrong About: Myself

Lines like “If their identity is based on feelings, and their feelings are always changing, then their identity is always changing”, though embarrassing, gave me this sweet sense of self-revelation that made me feel relieved and enlightened all at the same time.

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