June 2011
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Unraveling
Life is like a garment—mine with a loose thread. Some sympathize this garment for falling apart at the seam, for a single loose thread that couldn’t hold itself as well as its contingents in place. I, on the other hand, celebrate this thread for what it is: a nod to my distinction, to the idiosyncrasies that formulate this life that I so proudly claim. Not only that, I often fiddle...
