Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.
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Charles Bronson
I walked myself into the ground today, and I am absolutely worn out tonight. I didn’t realize just how much I’d overdone it until I got up off the sofa after watching a movie and had some serious aches running right up my legs from my ankles all the way up. I think I need…
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Projects
I am working on something, something for my own enjoyment, which might be a fun bit of stitching and weaving and hold my interest for a few weeks. I’m starting to work on a series of short stories, perhaps some short-shorts, perhaps some longer pieces, but definitely a series. My plan is to start with…
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On the Ice
Five weeks, four days. The ice groans and shrieks like a steam engine from hell, and the near-continuous creaking of the ship has begun to be interspersed with gunshot sounds of planks cracking in two from the pressure. The lower deck is nearly full of water now, and it is only a matter of time…
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Page #64
… into the cold pond, her back pressed against the wood of the dock. She slipped lower and the water, not yet freezing but feeling to her so close to crossing that line, lapped around her ankles, then higher as she went down, over her knees, stopping finally midway up her bare thighs as her…
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The Ocean’s Pull
It was too cold today to do more than get my feet wet in the ocean, although I longed to peel off my jeans and to wade out to my waist in the water and let the ocean caress me. That wouldn’t have been wise though, since I hadn’t planned on coming to the beach…
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The Opposite of Fear
I am afraid of things: afraid the spider behind the refrigerator is poisonous, afraid a mole on my back where I can’t see it will be the death of me, afraid of being misunderstood or being understood too well. To balance this out, I try to surround myself with people who are unafraid, as if…
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Paper
I only saw him once, the origami man, but in my neighborhood, for months you could see evidence of his passing wherever you looked: a paper crane, leaning against a napkin holder at the coffee shop down the street; a pyramid of expandable balloons piled inside the newspaper dispenser outside the liquor store; a different…
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The Ladder
I was watching a girl in the park today, all alone in the middle of the polo fields. I didn’t know she was there when I started walking across the fields, because the fog was thick coming in off the water, but she gradually emerged from the grayness as I got closer to her. She…
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Ginger Candy
You are ginger candy in rice paper. Why waste time unwrapping you when I can just put you in my mouth?
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The Kitchen God
I am building a god in my kitchen, piece by piece. His legs are old rusty kitchen tongs, the sort used for lifting ice blocks in the days before electric refrigerators. He is bowlegged, and his feet are sharp and full of tetanus. When he walks across the counters, he leaves scratches in the formica.…
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