A different kind of

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A different kind of
There’s a romanticism in simple things
Again, and again, and again.
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It just means time.
The world was terrible. That’s something I didn’t appreciate for a long time, and I’m still not sure it’s something I really grasp. It’s one thing to see a statistic. It’s another thing entirely to sit and to try to imagine what those numbers are trying to say — what horror is tracked by the […]
The snake that eats itself.
The Frenchman wonders whether to stay home with their dying mother, or to go off to war.
All we have is where we are. And where we are, right now, is defined entirely from within our mind.
I think maybe it’s worth highlighting that nothing I’m saying here is particularly novel, nor do I even endorse a lot of the sentiment I’m about to express. Others have said what I’m about to say before, and almost certainly better than I have. I think it’s still worth writing this for two reasons. Firstly, […]