self awareness
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The carnival had closed hours ago. The lights still blinked. The music still echoed from speakers no one had bothered to shut off. Popcorn drifted across cracked pavement. Prize booths sat full of stuffed animals that no one had won. The mirrors inside the funhouse reflected empty walkways. Yet one attraction somehow still had a…
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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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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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There was a little café tucked away on a side street most people never noticed. It wasn’t famous. It wasn’t trendy. It wasn’t even particularly pretty. But people kept finding their way there. Some said it was because of the coffee. Others said it was the old brick walls covered in photographs of strangers who…
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There was a town built entirely of mirrors. Not the kind hanging on walls. The kind people carried around with them. Everywhere they went, they stared into those mirrors, studying themselves, admiring themselves, defending themselves, explaining themselves. And because they were always looking at themselves, they rarely saw what was happening around them. The strangest…
