Tag: Life
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My Velvet Wings
I was once a butterfly,born in reverse.My velvet wingsa burning orange and yellowwith two white eyessurrounded by black circles,on a constant leaden lookoutfor thoughts dull and pragmatic;what the grown-ups called “growing up”. Then I went into a slimy cocoon,slipped right in with a slush,as if someone had sucked me in.But who? Why? How?Maybe my ghost…
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Ksenia
As I was walking down the road, the snow fell gloomily all around me and I ran into Ksenia. “Hey Ksenia!” I said, “What are you doing here?“ “Who are you?” she asked and scanned me from head to toe. “Oh, I’m a big fan of yours. I follow you on Twitter.“ She wore a…
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Self-Meta-Critical Letter/Journal Entry
Dear Reader, How are you? How’s life? Can you really answer these questions? You can reply to this email and the replies will automatically get posted as comments under the blogpost for this letter. And if you do that, I will definitely read them and reply and perhaps even continue the conversation. But the more…
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Doodencrapenschit: My New Take on Philosophy
Doodencrapenschit begins with the fact that humans have questions and humans want answers to those questions. Do humans have questions? Not every human has questions. Some human have questions. Not all humans who have questions have the same questions. Together as a collective, humans have questions. And together as a collective, they want answers. Humanity…
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Why Philosophy? – Part II
About a decade ago, I had a blog where I wrote articles that fell under the self-help genre. I had no intention of writing a self-help blog but that’s what it ended up becoming. I had posts on topics such as: If you could read that blog now, you’d think that I was preaching a…
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A Recovering Anhedonic
This is a tricky question for me because for years I was depressed and couldn’t feel happy at all. I was definitely experiencing anhedonia. I could only get excited about the prospect of doing something, like eating something delicious, but when I actually did that thing, I found it hard to feel anything at all.…
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