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I first wrote the earliest version of this story in 2002, after witnessing real events that unsettled me. A decade later, I self-published it in 2012. Now, over two decades after its first draft, I have updated it — mostly removing things that no longer made sense. For example: 40 felt old back then. It…

I wrote this philosophical piece on public transit. I was inspired by the repetition of my commute — the same stations, the same faces, the same rhythm of departure and return. Somewhere in that motion, I began to see life itself moving in circles and hence this happened!! ❤️ There was a thread — nothing…

When the top layer of the selfblows away like dust,the mask we hold before the worldfalls— and ruin becomes breath. Pain enters as longing does—quiet, insistent, deep,aching along the nervesand echoing through breath. And when the dust settles,the fire that remainsno longer burns outward—it burns within to become. For what breaks is onlywhat can no…