Tag: experience
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self-effaced
It’s not about you. It’s about me, always. This is me: hopelessly lost, hopelessly self-consumed in irrational ideas about how if I knew you, then I would know myself. It’s been hard pinning down my existence, so I try to find a you to define, someone to know forwards and backwards, looking for the possibility I’ve been effaced…
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1,000 miles: step 36
It’s been well over a week, but this June finds me settling into our new home at the corners of Alexandria city. This means a whole lotta less commuting from school to home. There’s so much left to unpack, mostly because we don’t have much furniture. My books, those, have already made themselves cozy. When…
Claudia Rojas 