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I find it cathartic to look to nature for answers. I have the kind of brain that will over-complicate matters if left to its own devices; in sobriety, it’s calmed down, become more simplified, but I can still get wrapped up in outlandish over-analysis that leads nowhere, causes anxiety, and wastes time. 998 more words
This is the street down which my grandmother remembers walking in red stilettos, under the shade of the poplar trees, and on cobblestones. They have since plucked out those trees and the cobblestones, and in their place they have splattered an absence of shade, and flat, hot tarmac on which shoes and wishes slide like pennies lost. 998 more words
Four hours. Four long hours. Four long hours in a waiting room, no less. All at the dusty end of a Bank Holiday.
Add in the twisting warp in the time-space continuum that only banal form filling and playing Snake on a Nokia can create and it could so easily have transmogrified into more. 96 more words