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83. Trying to Have a Good Time at Twenty-Five
What if now is a good time to switch back to Apple Music? Pay says that Spotify is getting a little to Artificial Intelligence-y and it takes a woman like her to say a thing like that to get me to think a little bit deeper about all the hand-crafted playlists I traded for algorithm-generated tracks when I made the…
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82. Trying to Keep My Wits about Me at Twenty-Five
In the earliest hours of the morning, this morning, I tossed and turned on Carrie’s gray couch. Up and left, I spotted the southern cross, that great big hemispheric reminder of mine. I turned on my back to the window, tasted the dryness of my mouth, and managed to fall back into a light sleep. Lazily, I swung my feet…
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81. Trying to Let it Land at Twenty-Five
today is a day whose minutes are passing lightly, bouncily. I record a voice memo and it somehow measures 3 minutes and 14 seconds and I could have gone on forever more and maybe it’s because the person on the other side makes me feel like she listens or maybe it’s the caffeine, the sunshine, the tobacco, the waves, the…
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79. Trying to Move to Africa, Softly at Twenty-Five
This morning — if you delineate morning time by technicalities like midnight to mid-day and not as the period that comes only after 8 hours of deep and restful sleep — some feeling wrested me from a light veil of sleep, my head under a Floridian-kind-of-heavy jacket, one too light for the winds of March’s Macaronesian Islands but certainly too…
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60. Trying To Know What I Want At Twenty-Four
“What do you want for Christmas?” for someone else to pay my rent for someone to tell me I’m pretty just because they think it I used to think that I could go my whole life catching feelings, that I could be the one singular strong and brave person who didn’t shut down and turn my nose up and close…
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57. Trying To, Not Tryna at Twenty-Four
I would just like to take this one moment to say, while I am boiling hot with passion on the topic, that I shiver when I receive text messages that begin with a lowercase letter. Not only is it gramatically incorrect and lazy, but also, if you ask me, “wanna get lunch?” maybe I do but I promise you, I’d…
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39. Trying to Let the Thing Be the Thing at Twenty-Three
Have you ever fit so particularly snuggly into a moment of yesterday that you could not help but wake up today not eager to expand into something larger but insistent upon shrinking back into the exact perfection of yesterday only to be disappointed, albeit not surprised, to find that yesterday’s perfect fit could never possibly be today’s? I tend to…
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38. Trying to Cool Coffee at Twenty-Three
Imagine for a moment, dear reader, that you left home in June of last year. You boarded a plane, teary-eyed after kissing your loved ones hurriedly outside the terminal; you remember walking to your gate, gasping for air, tapping your pockets as if it is some thing you are leaving behind. You remember concocting a story about the airport policeman…
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37. Trying to Learn Something New at Twenty-Three
In Auckland, I learned what color the yolk of an egg is meant to be And in the Longwood Forest, I learned how to listen And heard a voice I’ll never not know Just after Arrowtown, I learned how to sleep In the surface of Lake Wānaka, I saw myself for the first time And just before Highland Creek Hut,…
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36. Trying to Get Caught in the Rain at Twenty-Three
When did you stop playing in the rain? On my final morning in New Zealand, I quivered in boat pose on the beach as the hour’s imminent rain began falling. It was gentle at first. I stayed until it became steady and cold. And I smiled at a memory; the kind that floats past from the camera’s perspective; the kind…
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