The Infinite Starr

parallel lives

  • Whose House?

    There was a woman living in my house who looked exactly like me. I noticed her before I saw her. That is how these things usually begin. Not with apparitions standing at the foot of the bed or doors slamming themselves in the middle of the night. Nothing so theatrical. It began with a coffee…

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  • The Dream Inside the Dream

    It’s the dream inside the dream again—the most persistent one. The one that waits at the edge of sleep like a familiar ghost, holding open the curtain to the next act. Every night, it picks up where we left off, as if time itself decided to take a cigarette break and forgot to clock back…

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