Author: S.J Asher
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Imagine this: It’s a Thursday morning, unremarkable save for the incessant drizzle outside your window. The weather app on your phone chirps an alert—not for…
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Words are dying. Right now. As you read this. They’re gasping their last breaths, choked by overuse, strangled by repetition. We’re killing them, you and…
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I didn’t hesitate. Not for a second. The question was simple: What profession do I admire most? My answer: Circus performers. No hesitation to think…
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I’ve got questions. Too many questions. They pile up behind my ears, a logjam of uncertainty, pressing against my skull until I can almost hear…
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What we carry evolves. It’s a silent biography, written in pocket lint and worn edges. This list is about how we change. How our needs…
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In this other world, I’m a dream technician. Sounds fancy, right? Mostly I’m elbow-deep in people’s subconscious, fixing nightmares and debugging daydreams. It’s messier than…
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[Warning: This is a fever dream from my imagination at 5am. Reality not included.] $1,729.63. That’s what the receipt said. I stared at it, mesmerized.…
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In our instant-gratification society, we want everything now. From lightning-fast deliveries to on-demand entertainment, we’ve forgotten how to wait. But when I heard about the…
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Inspired by others’ “happiness lists” online, especially MaryG and NOT ALL WHO WANDER ARE LOST, I spent today in deep reflection about my own sources…
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The roar builds like a tsunami of steel and purpose. Fifty-odd bikes, a chorus of pistons and valves, all tuning up for something greater than…
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