random post taking from a fathers life
I started writing because I was afraid of how easily thoughts would disappear. Not the important—but the small ones. How light shifts when I leave a room. The sound of a page turning in the night.
Small observations. They don’t ask to be understood. Only to be recorded and maybe read, slowly.
— Lucía M.
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≻: Quiet But Thinking
One teacher once gave me an award that was called, “The Quiet, But Thinking” award, at a school assembly. I always assumed that she wanted…
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≻: One Last Assignment
Why does this gato look like he an undercover officer who has been investigating an illicit capnip operation? This cat looks like he’s been undercover…
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≻: So a little about myself
(The post here will be out of order chronologically but will try to tag the stories with the year and month if I remember. I’m…
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