Upon reaching a certain stage of life, usually after the age of 30 but always when enough time has elapsed to make you wonder about the slowly accumulating rubbish heap of your past, regrets come up as an infallible sign that you are getting older. You start to hem and…
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The Protracted Plummet of the Years
“The reality that I had known no longer existed. The places that we have known belong now only to the little world of space on which we map them for our own convenience. None of them was ever more than a thin slice, held between the contiguous impressions that composed…
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The Misattributions of the Ego
In the wake of every origin story that makes its way into the popular imagination—be it in athletics or academics, politics or entertainment—there is the same tendency to elevate someone who has attained a measure of success above their prior conditions. Human beings, as has often been said, love the…





