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Thoughts on Biographies about Salinger, Beethoven

Striving for greatness, or an inner peace; Dreams of creation versus an actuality of their destruction? Nature carved to fit the shape of minds, the form of transience–– raw intangibility etched into granite, like a perversion of entropy: endless impermanence. … Continue reading

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Musing upon crepuscular rays

Striated layers of smoke spanning the room’s width–– small Sargasso Sea Recall the things unchanging like first day crowds, the smell of the bus [A shorter haircut years ago might’ve paid off]

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