7Day

This is a piece about the meanings we attach to things , how they adapt to our lives , and how they can affect the world directly.
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Sometimes she would sit here with the tree to her back and…

The blade was chipped away jagged , it scratched across the sidewalk pavement , hilt held by tape that was put around it years ago for some forgotten reason. Our Hero drags his feet across concrete , the soles of…

The morning light brushed past the shaky defense of my blackout curtains and stained my eyes with brilliant energy that singed the retina into watery submission. Another beautiful day full of all the little things we love holding hands with…

The bedroom is still and heavy , with the smell of sweaty old crusted socks and moldy trash cans. The fluorescent light hums overhead and weaves into the wall of silence , testifying the brilliance of synthetic creation on an…