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Amy Conley

You don’t know my name, or the way that I look, but I somehow found your name in a book. Your number was on it, missing the code, just as you’d left it when you took for the road. I … Continue reading

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Alone

We chased the dying sun in hopes that we would follow, but all we found were ashes, dust and echoes. And we were forced to rebuild- to carry on and perpetuate this cycle of woe, decay and fear. We would … Continue reading

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Beirut

A lot of what I’ve been reading on the Lebanese blogosphere lately concerns the country’s rather shoddy state, downtown Beirut’s becoming a ghost town, and other grievances native to our little corner of the world. While I’ve written about Lebanon before, … Continue reading

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Some People

There’s a special kind of feeling I have for people who drop their phones in the toilet. It varies between scorn and pity, like they’re asking for ridicule but are somehow absolved of blame: a modern day catch-22 if there … Continue reading

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Freedom of Speech

With all the controversy and morass that the attack on Charlie Hebdo has generated I figured I’d offer my two cents on that and freedom of speech in general in my own special way. ————————— Let us misconstrue the facts, … Continue reading

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Next Step

You tire and you toil and you boil over a furnace of thought and desire, of ambitions and of dreams. You bleed into your work, pouring more and more of yourself into the product, and tear yourself to bits at … Continue reading

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Cadence

Our time together was brief, but it was as sweet as the music that came with it. In that cutthroat jungle where chaos was law and culture was comatose and considered pretentious, you alone conveyed its compassion with such conviction and … Continue reading

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