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Kyle St Germain
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June 2015
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“Danny left the store, confident that he may have found a way to tilt this day a little more straighter standing, into something that didn’t so much resemble Pisa’s monument. Tracks of fate had begun to run a little too perpendicular with him today, rather than the parallel direction they usually run. He was realizing that parallel wasn’t so bad, no, in fact, he kind of missed it. Mostly, though, he just wanted some coffee.
With each step, he felt as though a stony weight lifted off his chest. It had been there all morning, that heaviness, like an invisible albatross, a cartoon cinder block holding him down. He hadn’t realized the true size of it until, all at once, it dropped away, disappearing into the day without even a sound. Just a breath. His chest expanded as he took in as much air as he could hold, feeling good. Decisions were always cathartic, no matter their size.”
― Dysfunction
With each step, he felt as though a stony weight lifted off his chest. It had been there all morning, that heaviness, like an invisible albatross, a cartoon cinder block holding him down. He hadn’t realized the true size of it until, all at once, it dropped away, disappearing into the day without even a sound. Just a breath. His chest expanded as he took in as much air as he could hold, feeling good. Decisions were always cathartic, no matter their size.”
― Dysfunction
“One could throw a thesaurus at him, landing on the H-section page with the word ‘habit’ displayed now, and he knew that there was no reason to read on. He understood the substance of that surface; through routine came comfort.
That’s a danger we expose ourselves to daily though, isn't it? Comfort; a mundane insanity. It is like a drug, once you get used to it, it becomes almost addicting. And Danny had too grown comfortable with that, with comfort. With opinions and outlooks piled past his eyes can see, and held onto, held back for so long that they had grown bitter to his tongue. Comfortably so.”
― Dysfunction
That’s a danger we expose ourselves to daily though, isn't it? Comfort; a mundane insanity. It is like a drug, once you get used to it, it becomes almost addicting. And Danny had too grown comfortable with that, with comfort. With opinions and outlooks piled past his eyes can see, and held onto, held back for so long that they had grown bitter to his tongue. Comfortably so.”
― Dysfunction
“As the days began to feel like they were all bleeding into one another, the lines separating them becoming but a blurred gradient resembling lines not at all, with the world continuing to spin regardless of mortal toil, the tectonic plates shifting beneath our feet, and people growing everywhere around, for him, at least one thing remained constant: the aromatic scent of coffee tinging the air, kissing his nostrils. Some say that no true satisfaction could be found in instant gratification. Danny begged to differ as he moved to pour his first cup. Coffee, our way of stealing time that should by rights belong to your older self.
Sipping the hot bean water, he felt ready~”
― Dysfunction
Sipping the hot bean water, he felt ready~”
― Dysfunction
“I wish people weren't so set on being themselves, when that means being a bastard.”
― The Rebel Angels
― The Rebel Angels
“Connection is something that most people miss out on completely or intentionally avoid with those they have only just met. Yet, with conflicting hopes, we all put on our best masks, our best personalities, our best selves, sometimes even our best pants when meeting new people. Whether consciously so is a different question. But putting forth these bests is something that makes sense. You can never really know someone completely, there will always be things we keep only to ourselves. That is why it’s so terrifying, trying, taking someone on faith, hoping they’ll take you on faith as well. They don’t know you, they don’t know how you were yesterday, they don’t know your past mistakes or regrets, they don’t know your irrational fear of dentists or if you once belly danced for strangers, they don’t know the ethnicity of your gods, they only know what you choose to show them and what you choose to tell them.”
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“They found a lush, green spot on a small hill behind the park. Danny could have sworn that it was that one hill from that Salvador Dali painting. You know, the one with the hill? Then again, he thought the same thing of every mailbox that he walked past each morning. Neither was in any way, form, shape, or former shape related to Mr. Dali. As such, Danny’s assumptions never really did hold much weight; they weighed only about two pounds each. "Wolf! Wolf! The sky is falling! The sky is falling! Salvador Dali! Salvador Dali!”
― Dysfunction
― Dysfunction
“Connection is something that most people miss out on completely or intentionally avoid with those they have only just met. Yet, with conflicting hopes, we all put on our best masks, our best personalities, our best selves, sometimes even our best pants when meeting new people. Whether consciously so is a different question. But putting forth these bests is something that makes sense. You can never really know someone completely, there will always be things we keep only to ourselves. That is why it’s so terrifying, trying, taking someone on faith, hoping they’ll take you on faith as well. They don’t know you, they don’t know how you were yesterday, they don’t know your past mistakes or regrets, they don’t know your irrational fear of dentists or if you once belly danced for strangers, they don’t know the ethnicity of your gods, they only know what you choose to show them and what you choose to tell them.”
― Dysfunction
― Dysfunction
“Memories are funny things,” Mrs. Darby pressed on. “They are fickle creatures, constantly changing. Every time we look back on a memory, it has changed, it is never the same as how it was when we made the memory. How could it be? Because every time we look back, we too have changed. We have collected new experiences, new opinions, new pains. You aren’t looking back on them with the same eyes.”
“Nostalgia is not like it used to be,” Danny quipped, and was pleased with himself that he drew a laugh out of her.”
― Dysfunction
“Nostalgia is not like it used to be,” Danny quipped, and was pleased with himself that he drew a laugh out of her.”
― Dysfunction
