The Infinite Starr

hidden truths

  • By Definition

    They say doing the same thing over and over again is crazy. Some of us call it consistency. Consistency looks crazy to people who have none. The rest of us keep on keeping on because it is what it is. There was a shop at the end of a narrow city street that only appeared…

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  • The Kitchen Table Between Worlds

    In the mornings clarity settles in without any judgement. There is something sacred about the first few moments before the world remembers your name. Before the phone lights up. Before coffee has convinced your body to participate. Before obligations begin collecting their debt. The mind is quiet then. It has already spent the night doing…

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  • The Lake That Never Forgot

    There is an old lake hidden beyond a crooked trail where maps refuse to be honest. The locals never spoke its name. They simply called it The Witness. Not because it judged. Because it remembered. Every leaf. Every promise. Every lie. Every excuse. Every person who believed the water could carry away something they refused…

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  • The Town Where Everyone Forgot to Look Up

    Nobody in Briar’s Hollow ever checked the sky. Not because they couldn’t. Because they had forgotten it mattered. They woke to alarm clocks instead of birds. They stared at glowing screens instead of sunrises. They measured life by deadlines, notifications, grocery lists, and traffic lights. If the wind changed, they blamed allergies. If their mood…

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  • The City With No Stairs

    There was a city nobody admitted existed. It wasn’t on any map. You couldn’t buy a ticket there. Nobody ever announced they were moving. One decision at a time, they simply found themselves standing inside its gates. It welcomed everyone. The first visit never looked dangerous. It looked exciting. It looked like freedom. It looked…

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  • The Courtroom Without Walls

    There is an old game people play. Two truths and one lie. Two lies and one truth. Most people think the object is fooling everyone else. It isn’t. The object has always been fooling yourself. I wandered into an old courthouse one evening that wasn’t marked on any map. It had no judge. No jury.…

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  • The Museum on the Wall

    “I wish I could tell you she was a hippie.” The Mind sighed and stretched itself across the corners of consciousness where it spent most of its time organizing thoughts into neat little piles. “But she wasn’t.” The Ego laughed. “Thank God for that. She would have been unbearable.” The Spirit smiled quietly from somewhere…

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  • The Guardian of Balance

    They speak about you as if they know your name. As if the syllables of your being roll easily off their tongue, carrying a weight they have never earned the right to hold. They act as if they know what you carry—that you are both light and dark, both good and evil, both healer and…

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