The Infinite Starr

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  • 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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  • Why?

    If time were currency you would spend less on the bullshit. You would. You would stop handing entire afternoons to people you don’t even like. You would quit spending Tuesday arguing with strangers who will be forgotten by Thursday. You wouldn’t donate perfectly good years to jobs that make you miserable, relationships that already died,…

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  • Borrowed Things

    Maybe it is just boredom that has brought me here, tired of human suffering. Not because suffering is unusual. Because it repeats itself with remarkable dedication. I sat watching people today and couldn’t decide what they were actually chasing. A better job. A bigger house. Someone else’s attention. An argument they intended to win before…

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  • The Birthday We Never Knew We Were Having

    Somewhere today someone is celebrating a birthday, but I truly wonder if they are celebrating the way they should. There it is again. The writer’s block. A great big stubborn wall parked right in the middle of my afternoon like it paid rent to be there. I stared at the blinking cursor hoping it would…

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  • Tomorrow Never Signed the Contract

    There is a peculiar place that almost nobody talks about. It has no walls, no windows, and no clocks. It does not announce itself when you arrive because the people inside believe they are only staying for a minute. Every unfinished dream ever imagined passes through there. A novel with only three chapters written. A…

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  • The Instructions That Never Stop Talking

    If you think it, you are right.Left, right, sideways, upside down.You are right. Focus on me or don’t.Listen to me or don’t.Either way, you’re right. Because what you see is all that will ever be.Not because it’s true, but because it’s the only version you keep feeding. Tell me your story and I will tell…

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