My father spent the last moments of his life nearly a decade ago, trapped on an endless conveyor belt of cold hospital beds, ambulances, and an unforgivably empty house. It was his childhood home, left bare, skeletal almost - a distant memory of when it was once filled, first by his brothers and sisters, then by his children and wife, until it wasn't and...

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"Every morning you will wish for evening; every evening you will wish for morning." I have this thought, that if I could outrun my yearn for sleep, stretch the nights into paper-thin sheets that pass second by dreary second, tomorrow would fail to come, and I would not awake in my bed, covered in sweat and pleading again for the darkness to find me. Maybe-...

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I want to shake the improbability of human purpose and find deep down somewhere, scattered in the stars or the vast universe- a reason. I long to be good at something, to have my hands move clay the way the craftsman does, birthing from formless mud a piece of use, a work of art.I long to wake up and greet the sunshine with ease,...

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Perhaps at the core of human conflict remains the never resolved debate of preference. One's preferences are not often budged by logical argument and reasoning. One such example is the divide between chocolate lovers and those who prefer vanilla ice cream. If hypothetically there were only two flavors in all of the world, those being chocolate and vanilla which do you prefer? Are you...

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Loss sometimes feels like a chess match with the devil, especially when it happens as slowly as it did with my father.  You indulge the rivalry and play the game. At some point, your outcomes look better and you believe wholeheartedly that you just might win. It then becomes clear you were played a fool but it is too late to withdraw and...

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Photocredit : Federico Racchi https://www.flickr.com/photos/moja2/ A lot of people have a narrow perception of the idea of art. Naturally, visual arts take precedence in our understanding of the concept. We picture renaissance sculptures and vague images of men in berets posed lavishly in front of blank canvases, awaiting the brush's stroke. While a simple google search will return you several definitions, I'd prefer to speak...

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Photo Credit : Greg Westfall https://www.flickr.com/photos/imagesbywestfall/ Throughout my short time on this planet, I have met groups of people whose personalities- some would argue- can only be defined on a spectrum of great cruelty. Few and far between them, there are others who despite the odds are only ever seeking to pull out of darkness, the shrouded and unobserved light. And in spite of the...

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