Tag: philosophy
group name: utopianfict
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June 17, 2009 10:27 PM EDT --
Her blood rained, like droplets, on an unchanging spot. Beside her bed. Accumulated. Drop by drop. Every drop. Except the first one.
He closed his palm, felt the warmth of the first droplet with . . .
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September 14, 2008 03:03 PM EDT --
Tushi was a cat who could have been an ocean.
She could have been other things as well like – a blanket that smelled of warmth, a puddle in your green yards, a broken wristwatch, a collage of photographs . . .
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August 04, 2008 10:19 PM EDT --
Casually, he had casted the lighted matchstick up. Instead of down, to be falling somewhere on the already dirty earth beneath. Or on some long abandoned newspaper. Yellow grasses. And set them aglow. . . .
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February 28, 2009 08:54 PM EST --
I have been searching, seeking, in the sense of philosophy for the purpose of art in the world of humanity. Today, while listening to background noise on the tv, rightbrain/left brain science for . . .
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August 15, 2008 08:25 AM EDT --
He had painted the picture of nothing but a solitary teardrop on a piece of black carbon paper. On the other side of the paper he had laid down the river.
Night bloomed in the river, that morning. . . .
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June 01, 2008 01:49 PM EDT --
In the end, the wings took her inside herself. She flew right through her own nostrils.
The flight, she still recalls, was endless. She didn't know that her inside was deeper and vaster than the . . .
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May 18, 2008 09:27 PM EDT --
She was playing with the mist. She made balls of smoke and rolled them into the denser mist. Then, she would go in looking for the ball. Each time when she came out with the ball she realized that . . .
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August 20, 2008 03:11 AM EDT --
[ On 15th August 1947, India won Independence ]
“There’s always two sides to a gate” his father had told him “and one side’s not equal to the other.”
“There are always two worlds”, he . . .
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July 17, 2008 09:45 PM EDT --
He found her in one of his own dreams, dreaming about him finding her, in that solitary, circular dream of hers.
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July 24, 2008 08:49 AM EDT --
The Distance
At last, she decided to mosaic her bedroom floor with his letters. They had been enabling her past. A past which she wanted to rob of the form and the structure. She wished she . . .
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May 27, 2008 10:35 PM EDT --
The eye is an abyss. Many who fell in it drowned forever. Many times when the eye blinked the world was drenched in darkness for a few fragments of a second. A black earth. It was an eye that held . . .
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December 25, 2008 01:51 PM EST --
The twilight broke his window pane. Along with all other glasses in his home. Shards of glass dusts scattered all over the floor. Illumined by a forgotten light of the day bygone. The illumination . . .
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January 18, 2009 11:44 AM EST --
On the day he turned eight, his grandma gifted him a book. It was called “The Intersection of Eight”. He couldn’t understand the title. And therefore, it became all the more elusive to him. And although . . .
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July 10, 2008 11:15 AM EDT --
A repetition of dreams. Uncircled thoughts. Unselected. Roamed about on her stage. The drama followed her instincts. A bunch of drowsy audiences. Invited by their fears of unrestrained light. An infection . . .
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November 30, 2008 10:13 AM EST --
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Your mind is a principle. A theory of waves.
Your last thoughts rippled onto my fingernails. Leaving scars. The pattern was always oddly recognizable. Some say the scar had the same unmistakable . . .
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January 18, 2009 02:23 AM EST --
He says he had watched the earth on a casual afternoon. Intermittent with the darkness. He says the earth had climbed into his eyes.
Splashed.
He says he carries his childhood in his palm. He . . .
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May 23, 2008 01:17 AM EDT --
"A wonderful way to start would be a dream"
"How 'bout the feeling of being trapped?"
"In a dream?"
"Maybe"
"Sounds more like a writer's . . .
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June 03, 2008 10:21 PM EDT --
She used to sign her name on the water. Rowing in the lake.
He tried to reach there with his hands, trying to touch her poetic alphabets. Her name rippled away.
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July 12, 2008 11:29 AM EDT --
I used to live by the darkened road that led to the enchanted destinies of a fellow who was lost like a long awaited letter from my lover melting into the storm cutting its way into an alien land where . . .
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June 22, 2008 10:03 PM EDT --
Uncertainty had never been talked about. And therefore, in time, it became a certainty that uncertainty would arrive, like the great depression, upon their town.
Still not talking about the uncertainty, . . .
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