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The fear of writing that I felt when I started writing vanished. I never noticed that I liked writing, didn’t really think about it, until I started blogging. Maybe writing has been something that has been waiting inside of me to be let out. Like a caged-up animal, waiting for the chance to be set free.
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How does the song and the video make you feel?
I wish a machine would give me access to other people’s feelings. I am not interested in their secrets, even though I can imagine it would be very entertaining -and shocking- to find all the skeletons hidden in the closets, but the truth is, human beings puzzle me. I would love to see what others feel and think, and why they act the way they do.
I act a lot like a squirrel. Nervous, quick movements throughout the day, and on sleepless nights I find myself sitting on the edge of the bed, staring into the darkness, studying the silhouettes of pictures, dogs, and other things, without actually looking at them.
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As if all muscles were immersed in acid. Like the moment when you step into the void on a staircase in the dark, like a fall into the depths, only inside. Like tiredness that soaks the air. Like “Run!”, but you don’t know where to go, there’s nothing you could or want to run to, and besides, you’re too weak for that. Like a deep moan between the hectic breaths, like a need to sit down now that doesn’t stop, even if you’ve been sitting down for a long time.
Elections will be held next year in countries with a combined population of around two and a half billion. Together, they account for two-thirds of global economic output. Some fateful decisions are pending.
Not a chance.
Six meters of asphalt.
Twenty cars in one minute.
Five Trucks, two RVs, a motorcycle.
The F-Word, many of us use it without knowing what it actually means and what it stands for. Where does it come from? How did it start?
I sometimes fear that
people think that fascism arrives in fancy dress
worn by grotesques and monsters
as played out in endless re-runs of the Nazis.
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How many kids have died,
have been shot
by an assault rifle, a war weapon,
in the hands of a madman or woman?