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A Journey Inward: Self observations, examinations, and inquiries.
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The Anyway (opens the original)
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This is the kind of morning when you wake up, and it looks like seven pm in the evening, when you come home and walk into the room without turning the lights on. This is that kind of morning. Sunlight is held back from entering the window. Dull particles infected the usual energetic morning air. I saw my fingers faintly, blurry. I saw my surroundings with feathered edges, covered by deepened hues of light, or of shadows.I saw my duvet shaped vaguely by my body. The rustling of my pillow and bedd
The Absence and The Presence (opens the original)
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Where is the absence? I’ve noticed the absence of the cicadas and Spidey (a spider we nicknamed that had shown up every night at the same corner on the glass door to build its web of the night) ever since I returned home from my trip. The summer came to an end. The familiar morning humming and evening weaving also concluded with the season’s transition. Their absence comes to mind in spurts of moments, then I would move on to think about something else. It is easy to pinpoint their proximity whe
The Consumption (opens the original)
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Do you write only when there’s something to write about? Or can you write just to write, almost like a reflex of reaching for our phones, almost like an instinct to put food in the mouth when hunger or boredom strikes, almost like being awake, breathing, looking around. Can you write simply to satisfy the desire to write? Isn’t it one of the stimulants of our era, too? Though it’s not commonly considered so. It’s categorized more as an intentional activity than impulsive behavior. Why not? Why c
The Gnawing (opens the original)
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This gnawing thought, association, people, names, wondering, and guessing keep coming back, seeking resolution. The unresolved feelings, incidents, and perspectives, though only unsolved from my view, are like hydrogen balloons stuck high up against the ceiling, and I can’t reach the strings to pull them down. The gnawing feeling of being trapped is why the gnawing persists. I don’t want to feel the gnawing discomfort pulling me away and distracting me from the life in front of me. I don’t want
The Change (opens the original)
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Summer is coming to an end soon. The air started cooling down. The angle of the sunrise and sunset is slanting, tilting off the edge of the earth. Its golden rays are shifting to an even warmer tone, with hints of persimmon. People are putting on layers, long sleeves, lightweight jackets, and sweatshirts. Textiles that bear more substance than the summer breathable shells. The transition taking place around us has an origin we cannot trace. The transition may have started on a sunny morning, whe
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