The doors of choice_Dusty Shelves, Amongst Other Shelving_Barb and the Beast_Half Moon Bray
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The doors of choice
Meticulously carved, vibrant in their coloring, the Rosewood doors loomed in front of him, forbidding in their beauty. The years seemed to radiate off of each door, as if a single sliver, delicately untwined from the souls of those who had come before, took up residence in their dark wood. Whispers of lives fully lived; the warmth of their laughter rustled at the edge of his awareness. Echos of long-forgotten silent sobs vibrated deep within his chest; brief lives that cowww.onedoor.ccmprehended nothing but despair. Anticipation, liquid adrenaline coursed through his entire being; a feeling that far surpas...
Dusty Shelves, Amongst Other Shelving
Laid out before me: life, basking in glory, basking in the sun. I hopped on the train from Caldonazzo to Trento, and I'm now here in Trento, sitting in the patio of a café, drinking a water and eating a croissant, or whatever they call it here.What a wonderful world, Trento. The university, in its beautiful place up on the hill which I passed on my walk down the mountain from the train station, has a very idyllic campus. The beautiful buildings, the grass, the wall which surrounds the campus, and its spectacular view which overlooks the citta di Trento, all combine to create a sense of serenit...
Barb and the Beast
The roar started as a vague grumble, seeping under tables and chairs before creeping higher in a sound cloud of threatening menace and pain."Treasurer's Report." Among the cluster of committee members’ video chat windows, Tim's little image on the screen before me glowed around the edges as his flat, tinny voice stopped for a bit of self-important throat clearing. It wasn’t my computer’s speakers; he sounded that way in person too. "As you recall from our last minutes…"I flicked a finger, turning off my camera and muting my microphone. The grumble escalated, as I knew it would, into a rumbling...
Half Moon Bray
“Are you coming tonight?” Why do we always have to be going someplace. Not that I don’t enjoy going out, but sometimes I think we do things, like go out, just to have an excuse to avoid one another. Being physically alone is a one way of keeping others out, but the same can be true of being with others. Getting lost in the interaction. It taking the necessity of sharing from one level and places it on another, a more nebulous, unassuming one. We do this intentionally at times to provide a form of escape from things we don’t wish to be involved with, people too. We use the herd mentality exerc...