fitness

  • Don’t Ask Alice-Entry I

    (Headphones on-Tycho-Awake) Nothing happened today. No collapse. No epiphany. No moment dramatic enough to tell someone about. The kind of day that would have terrified me once because it offered nothing to cling to. I woke up without urgency. No need to check messages to see who still wanted me. No inventory of what I…

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  • Welcome to Ordinary

    Alice does not fall into this place. She arrives the way people do when they’ve followed every rule and still feel wrong. The entrance reads ORDINARY, the letters clean, helpful, impossible to argue with. At the door, they fit her with a jacket. Not to restrain her, they explain. To support her. It closes gently.…

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  • The Mad Tea on Main Street

    Alice was walking home when she passed the café. Home wasn’t really home yet. It was just the place she returned to when the city ran out of streets to wander. She had been drifting through the upside-down parts of town for weeks now, the places where storefronts stayed half-lit and conversations felt unfinished. She…

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  • Alice had been out of Wonderland for weeks before the first hint of the Queen found her. She wasn’t in a palace or garden anymore. She was on a cracked city sidewalk at dusk, watching the light fold into shadows the way corners do where truth hides. The world wasn’t magical now. It was just…

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  • The Man Outside the Schedule

    Alice began to notice that certain things avoided her attention. Not physically.Existentially. Billboards that made sense until she tried to read them. Conversations that flowed until she listened. People whose faces blurred the moment she tried to remember their names. It wasn’t dissociation. It was selection. The world was choosing what could be seen. She…

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  • After the Rabbit Hole

    Alice woke up where she was supposed to be. The room was familiar enough to pass inspection. The walls held their shape. The light came from a window that had always been there. Nothing announced her return. Nothing shimmered. Nothing bowed or laughed or vanished. If this was waking, it was the most convincing version…

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  • Through the Eyes of the Son

    I remember the quiet before they named me. Not silence, exactly.More like listening earth.Like the world holding its breath before the light turns. My mother understood this before I did.She did not teach me words.She taught me seasons. She taught me how to feel the moment when darkness reaches its limit.How to recognize the pause…

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  • He wasn’t asleep when the knowing came. It arrived in the thin space before morning, when the world is quiet enough to tell the truth. One moment he stood in Magdalene’s garden, the earth cool beneath his feet, the olive trees holding their breath — and the next he was inside a life already unfolding.…

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  • The Lost Years

    He woke before the light touched the stone. Not from sleep, but from forgetting. Something inside him had shifted in the night, like a door opening where there had never been a wall. His breath felt wider than his body. The air listened when he inhaled. The ground beneath him answered when he stood. This…

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  • Magdalene

    They told the story backward for so long that the beginning was almost forgotten. Before temples.Before thrones.Before the voice of God was given a beard and a law. There was a woman who remembered. Mary was born of Eve’s remembering.Not of her fall, but of her choice.The first kiss of knowledge did not curse her.…

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