Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.
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Contact
I want to feel my hands on you. It has taken me ten minutes to write those words. I want to feel your hands on me. It only took a few seconds to write those.
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A Tiny House of Magic
There is a house within the house in which I live. It’s a small house, two stories, with a small wooden porch in front, and small paned windows without shutters, and a small chimney poking out of the small roof, and a small front door with an even smaller brass doorknob, begging a knock. This…
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The Opposite of Subtle
“I sneaked into your house the other night,” Bez says. She is helping me to replace the photos in the frames on the wall of my living room. I like to rotate them out every few months or so, to keep the room looking fresh. “I know you did,” I say. “Nobody else stacks chairs…
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Alpha and Omega
This is not vengeance that I deliver unto the world. It is the inevitable full stop at the end of the species’ paragraph in the book of history. Inevitable. Quite accurate, that word. The end of mankind has been foretold by thousands of people over hundreds of centuries. Eventually, someone had to get it right.…
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The More Things Change…
The smell of bacon cooking wakes me. I roll out of bed and wrap myself in my robe, then go downstairs to the kitchen to see what magic is being worked. “Good morning,” Nikola says as I walk in. He is standing over the stove, bacon in a pan, eggs already on plates on the…
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Visible Scars
Nikola has fallen asleep on the sofa, and I don’t want to wake him. He is sleeping so soundly and so peacefully, and for everyone, peace is so hard to come by, so no, I will not wake him. That would be a crime. He has a motorcycle, have I mentioned that? That is why…
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The Understory
“I was having the strangest dream,” Bez says. It’s dark in my room, and the light that slips in through the crack follows the curve of her shoulder, her waist, her hip, a path from top to bottom. I cannot see her eyes, but I know they are open, cannot see her lips move, but…
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Try, Try Again
Jackson just reached Berry in time, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him back up onto the curb. A half-second later, a delivery truck rocketed through the space that Berry would have occupied if Jackson hadn’t have pulled him back from the street. “Jesus!” Berry exclaimed, shaken. “That truck could have hit me! How…
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Snapping Turtles
I’m having a dream, and I’m uncertain if it’s a good one or a bad one. In my dream is a man I used to know, a man named Reed. In real life and in the dream, Reed’s body was wormed through with cancer. In my dream, he was alive. In reality, he’s been dead…
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Ten Minutes of Writing, Unedited
I want to get out of bed, I want to try to be productive for the first time in a long time, but Bez’s sleeping body holds me still, and I can’t look away. I always do have trouble getting up when there’s someone beside me in bed, and it’s even worse when it’s Bez…
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