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AGELESS
He is still three, but he is not easily convinced of that fact. He says he is four, although with that certain smirk and a wink he admits his birthday is next week. He says he is practicing being four and it doesn’t seem all that hard. He says he has gotten so good at…
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RAGA BADVA
Look behind the number, past the curtain that shields from your eyes its magic – it is there the singularity of life sheds its clothes, and what you grasp so tightly is no more than the idea of dawn, the concept of death. You must dig the grave to that certain depth so that should…
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USER INTERFACE
U: Cope I: How? U: Relax I: Can’t U: Why not? I: No time U: Make time I: Takes too long U: Better idea? I: None! U: Tried? I: Can’t U: Why not? I: No time U: What then? I: No idea U: Can’t help I: Why not? U: Tried I: How? U: …
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BUENOS AIRES ON THE GENESEE
If this were Buenos Aires, if I were Borges, it would all make a great deal of sense. A man, older, and older still if you look closely, walks into an elegant hotel bar. A jazz quintet is playing, straight up, trumpet, piano, guitar, stand up bass, drum kit. The older man is wearing white…
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ACROSS THE ABYSS
The gulf between dream and nightmare is easily bridged in a single step. It should not be a step taken lightly, but one taken in both directions. We coddle dreams, dread nightmares, but we tell them apart on a level neither they nor we can hope to understand. Both are reality. Neither is reality. And…
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