Category: Creative writing
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Ancestor Worship: An Impression
Only a scattering of passing places and the odd small car park allowed the vehicles brief progress. But nobody was in a hurry; our destinations were not going anywhere. We were all here to visit the dead.
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The Journey into Something
And what pleasure! What an indefinable sense that in the outing of the inner in the form of writing a union occurred; he felt whole. Boundaries became not porous but non-existent, the joy of concentration felt timeless, without regard to past or future. At what point, he wondered, would this cease?
Bardo travel: Writings on experience and place 