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A random fictional draft amongst 100s.
This writer’s block isn’t anything like the one I had my first semester, but it festers in other ways. I wish I had something beautiful to say but my days are filled with talking to the man that works at the Dunkin [he used to live in Chennai, and upon finding out I’m Tamil, started Continue reading
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Lit Crit my Beloved
Phenomenology, the Architectural Body, and Free Fall: How does Perception affect the Individual’s Relationship with a Space? Continue reading
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a short statement of gratitude.
Something peculiar happened today, about an hour ago, and that was that I drove past my elementary school and was filled with absolutely no dread at all – much of my high school years were filled with looking away when driving by my old elementary and middle school, and that’s gone! If it isn’t obvious, Continue reading
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Brain Scan of my Days
Published in SUNHOUSE Literary. Issue 2. March 2024. Continue reading
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Rebirth // Microfiction
I sit with holographic hallucinations in a place quite the opposite of escape; sitting at the one table in the dining hall, at 8:10 am, that falls victim to the stream of morning light that funnels bright and milky, sun bleaching my eyelashes and iris. The warmth becomes a husk of bright Varanasi lights that Continue reading
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Dreamscapes and Architecture
My dreamscape consists of an upside house and a crumbling apartment complex, boldly allowing me to float between the pillars, avoiding toppling rubble because it’s my dream, and in my dream I’m able to dodge whatever I want to – that is, until I’m forced to shift to the next dreamscape, being crushed by a Continue reading
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New Year ramblings.
A new year and I don’t feel any different. In fact, I feel years younger than I really am. Of course, when somebody asks how old I am, I say 18. 18 is monumental. Voting! Legal! 18 is one of those checkpoint ages; in my head, though, I hesitate. I say 15, because that’s how Continue reading
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Trashed Draft #3 | possible recycle
The weather was 18 degrees and the floor felt so chill to my face that it almost burned; my ears pressed against the wood that hummed from the washing machine tumbling in the basement. It was a muffled, encapsulating hum that overpowered the sounds that atmosphered the other ear. Dian, Rishi, and Cass had been Continue reading
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Horror & Stalking (not related)
Recently, I’ve found myself leaning into horror a bit more. I always found the genre a bit meaningless and uninteresting. Jumpscares and spooky things got me but I didn’t really believe in ghosts or religious exorcisms (religious horror movies were my most despised genre) and so I was never truly scared of them. However, I’ve Continue reading
An Assortment of Not-Rights 