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The Year, So Far

A mid-year retrospective.

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Building Habits

Building Habits: notes on the Habit Loop model I’ve been thinking a lot about lately.

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Can You Imagine?

Can you imagine being so alone, so helpless that you’re stuck in the middle-divider of a busy road on an electric wheelchair with your batteries bust?

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Weight

One by one, she emptied the closets. First, the shirts went, with the trousers following suit. The neatly arranged drawer of ties went next, wrapped in her arms like snakes slithering over each other. All this while, I was standing by the door, and when I saw her come back in after the ties, I […]

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No Game

The door slams shut. Too loud, I think. But I’m upset and in such cases, drastic measures can be called for. A little less hard next time, I think. After all, a broken door would bring mother raining hell over me. Not to mention the grounding for eternity, or being forced to do the laundry, […]

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The Time Feels Right Only to Move

On Wanting to Live in Cities

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Who Do You Write For?

The first ever, rather personal, piece I wrote was for myself. I wrote it as a closure, a way to deal with an experience that had rattled me to the bone some years ago. It was about someone very close to me, but it wasn’t for him, or even addressed to him; it was for […]

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Just a Little More Comfortable

While I was sitting during the commencement waiting for the proceedings to begin I remembered a statement made by one of my professors a few years ago. It was a motivator for us to consciously appreciate the environment we were in during his class and, roughly paraphrased, it was this: Never again, after having graduated […]

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62/ City of Traffic City moving as a force of its 62/
City of Traffic

City moving as a force of its own.
Swarms of stress and noise 
parading at a glacial pace.
Anger as currency exchanged
from behind closed windows
and people calling bluffs of their own.
The heat melts both mind and 
metal but the chorus carries on.
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#100CitiesFromMemory
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61/ City of Sunsets Beset with exploding colors c 61/
City of Sunsets

Beset with exploding colors
city of sunsets shines but 
for a minute awaiting 
its inevitable demise into
the dark summer night.
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#100CitiesFromMemory
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60/ City of Last Evenings All thought settles int 60/
City of Last Evenings

All thought settles into the corners
of the mind like a suddenly silenced
child now confused and intrigued 
all at once. They say, on some days, 
say a cool summer evening, 
there is a moment when 
all birds suddenly stop chirping, 
quiet down into an eerie silence
so vivid as if it were their last evening
and they were soaking it all up 
in a moment of silence.
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#100CitiesFromMemory 
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59/ City of Stories All the world's antiquitated, 59/
City of Stories

All the world's antiquitated, 
dispirited, and forlorn congregate
alone in ramshackle dive bars
drinking old beer over older memories
lamenting the years gone by 
reading, writing, waiting for 
something to happen that 
could fill, briefly, the gaps 
in their own life stories.
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#100CitiesFromMemory 
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58/ City of Busy Bees Hanging on to the periphery 58/
City of Busy Bees

Hanging on to the periphery of our programmed days we cross time off in chunks, steadily heading towards a collective mental doom as we await those days where we gather in groups like bees in a hive, and forget, momentarily, the downward drag of our lives.
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#100CitiesFromMemory
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57/ City of Lucidity Nights transform into days a 57/
City of Lucidity

Nights transform into days and days into nights until you've lost track of time and space itself, and you keep on carrying on lucid in the face of life.
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#100CitiesFromMemory 
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56/ City of the Fallen Walking about in an induce 56/
City of the Fallen

Walking about in an
induced haze, in a daze
I could not erase from 
memory, from the good stuff, 
the bright and shiny stuff. 
Now a little roll and a swipe
and a ready stiff alight
and won't you stay 
for a bit, for a little hit,
journey with to where they say 
you get to let go of yourselves 
if only you look for the signs.
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#100CitiesFromMemory 
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55/ City of Readers Noses stuffed deep into their 55/
City of Readers

Noses stuffed deep into their thousand-page books they walk around here with a certain impunity. All talk is of the latest releases and proliferations in the gossip columns. Fiction is a must and reality often turns disputed territory. Most here can never get through cover to cover. Some just stick to the margins.
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#100CitiesFromMemory 
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54/ City of Bylanes City filtering through into b 54/
City of Bylanes

City filtering through
into bylanes like tangents
in our summer conversations
ambling on rooftops and gin
effacing, yet so sure of the world.
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#100CitiesFromMemory 
#the100dayproject
53/ City of Spies Living in high alert in a city 53/
City of Spies

Living in high alert in a city
full of hidden nooks and crannies 
all conspiring to spy on you 
when you look the other way.
Where open doors alternate
us between bliss and abyss 
and a scent of suspicion
leaves us meeting secretly
in the shadows of clandestine rooms.
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#100CitiesFromMemory 
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52/ City of Fire I grew up in a city on fire. So 52/
City of Fire

I grew up in a city on fire. 
Some days it was the sun, 
some days the neighbors.
The heat demanded a piece of you, 
possessing you in impossible waves. 
The air, rabid with particles, 
hung low like a prison. 
On my good days, I found respite 
in walks near the tombs, 
dust-gathering tributes erected 
to our fratricidal kings 
and their empires of loot.
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51/ City of Expanse City as an endless expanse. 51/ 
City of Expanse

City as an endless expanse. Everything stretches beyond the imaginations of the mind. All endings here are beginnings, all borders doors to someplace new.
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