The Infinite Starr

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  • White Moves First

    The board is already set when you arrive.You just don’t remember agreeing to play. Black squares. White squares. Mirrors where bishops should be. Reflections where pawns swear they’re kings. Somewhere between the ranks, a voice says it’s stuck. Another insists the game is rigged. One piece moves.One piece explains why it won’t. The one who…

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  • Read This From the Wrong Side Up

    This was never about you.That’s the first lie expectation tells so it can keep breathing. Because somehow it was always about you.Not you as you imagine yourself, but you as you insist on being seen. I said what I said.And I meant what you thought.That’s where expectation lives, in the quiet space where meaning mutates…

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  • Those With Nothing Left to Lose

    There is a danger that doesn’t look dangerous. It doesn’t crash into your life.It doesn’t demand entry.It sits down beside you and offers advice. People with nothing left to lose are not brave. They are unanchored.And unanchored people drift into the lives of builders, borrowing what they cannot create and draining what they cannot replace.…

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  • The Hallway With Too Many Doors

    Once upon a time, in a place that insisted it was sensible, there lived a creature who believed wishes were shortcuts. Not spells. Not contracts. Just little verbal hacks to skip the boring parts of becoming someone. This creature was funny in the accidental way. Always wishing loudly. Always surprised by the results. If there…

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  • The Thing Strangers Never See

    Before Nyx learned how to take, she knew how to see. As a child, she vanished into the trees that lined the backyard like old sentinels. The grass grew wild there, fed by roots older than the house itself. She played barefoot in the dirt, palms dark with soil, arranging stones, leaves, and bones into…

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  • The Ledger of What Was Taken

    They did not notice the moment she learned how to take. That is always how it begins. For years she was a vessel. A quiet thing. A body that absorbed moods the way stone absorbs heat. People leaned into her presence and left lighter, never asking where the weight went. They mistook her stillness for…

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  • Don’t Ask Alice-entry V

    (Headphones on-Neoni-Darkside) I keep thinking about how Starry Night was painted from inside an asylum. People talk about it like that explains everything, like darkness automatically makes something meaningful. Like losing yourself is the same thing as seeing clearly. That’s not what I notice. What I notice is the control. The repetition. The way every…

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  • Don’t Ask Alice-Entry IV

    (headphones on-Klergy-Dangerous Game) I used to mistake explanation for honesty.I believed clarity required access, that if I articulated myself precisely enough, people would stop reaching for versions of me that no longer existed. That isn’t what explanation is for. Explanation is a stabilizer.It keeps other people regulated.It reassures them that the arrangement hasn’t changed. When…

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  • Don’t Ask Alice-entry III

    (Headphones On-Quiet-MILCK) People keep asking if I’m okay.Not because I look sad.Because I don’t look busy being loud anymore. There was a time when my mind felt like a courtroom with too many witnesses.Every thought talking at once.Every feeling demanding testimony.I mistook that noise for depth. Now there is one voice.It doesn’t argue.It watches. It…

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  • Don’t Ask Alice-Entry II

    (Headphones on-My Tears Ricochet-Taylor Swift) I used to think walking away meant something had gone wrong.That it required an explanation.That I would feel guilty for it later. None of that happened. What actually happened was simpler.People kept trying to hand me their mess like it was my responsibility to hold it.Their drama. Their spirals. Their…

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