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I found a half-collapsed stairwell today that looked more sincere than most people I know. The concrete was cracked in a way that felt intentional—like it had been trying to say something for years, and finally gave up mid-sentence.
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I woke up this morning to the sound of the radiator coughing like an old man auditioning for a ghost role. Checked the time. 8:48 a.m. Not early enough to be ambitious, not late enough to claim nocturnal mystery. Just… disappointing.
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Now she critiques my compositions with silent, devastating eye-rolls.
I named her Isabelle Deux.
She’s unbearable. I adore her.
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Last night, I dreamed I found a hidden staircase behind the bathroom mirror.
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I don’t journal anymore—I just leave cryptic unfinished sketches and hope someone someday will understand.
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Relinquishing control isn’t passive. It’s a conversation, a trust fall into the unknown. The work unfolds in ways I never planned, and that’s exactly the point. In letting go, I find what was never mine to begin with.
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A man tried to meditate to clear his mind. After ten minutes, his mind was so empty that a passing thought moved in, decorated the place, and invited its friends. By the end of the session, his head was hosting a wild party of ideas.
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I dreamed I found a door in my closet. Inside was a room where time moved backward, and I grew younger with each step. I tried to leave, but the door had vanished—only my reflection remained, staring, older than before.
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