nomi @nomi@qoto.org

#vss365 Very Short Story

The six nights next to amber sands that he booked begin by unpacking the baggage. It was the same beach, same resort, but could he make the same magic from their honeymoon those carefree years ago? It was their first vacation alone since the kids and he wanted perfection.

"Nothing gold can stay," she says laying her ring softly on the nightstand. The facade is cracking and she sees a path to freedom. No more nostalgia, no more pretense, no more perfect life locking in her choices. She turns, and behind her the rising tide rages against the sand.

After strong words shared
Her hair parts and she looks up
Sun breaking through clouds

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Fog clings about town
Leeching color from the world
Turning me grey too

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When your lover isn't even there to beg to come back home
https://youtu.be/3iV_1ESMHaI

Cry child, we'll let it all out together
https://youtu.be/O2ur063fMhs

Get your hanky, baby.
Can't stop, won't stop.
https://youtu.be/-2U0Ivkn2Ds

Are you ready for melancholy??? Let's all have a good, drunken cry
https://youtu.be/EtLVXBqfqBY

Writing #haiku is weird. Sometimes I'll visualize a perfect scene, or catch a perfect phrase... but even that little is far too much to compress into 17 syllables.

It works best when my sense of the subject is hazy and I don't have a clear vision of an end product.

Something something something about solids not being compressible, but gases fitting the shape as needed, except I've drunk too much to make it sound classy

Crawl into the car
Best night I ever forgot
"Where to?" Cabbie asks

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Investment manager trying to be nice while firing someone: "the real capital was the money you made along the way"

Leaf falls at such lengths
The bough weeps at the distance
But the kids grow up

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@hplisiecki generally agree. Small quibble: it comes from the belief a difference can be identified. Sometimes the belief ends up being true (higgs boson exists), sometimes not (aether doesn't).

#vss365 Very Short Story

The grandmothers say the older a story is, the truer it becomes. They say the story of Sun and Moon fighting is older than the Earth. It is so old that not only is it true, but constantly becoming true again and again.

The brothers sit by the fire, half listening to the words they know by heart. They jockey for position in the wan light, partly for warmth and partly from habit. Eventually one shoulders the other out and takes all the heat for himself. The dark one wanders the night, his face changing in his brother's reflected light.

Show me a person who *doesn't* bring back half a suitcase of clothes they didn't wear on vacation and I'll show you a crazy person (me)

hmm... It looks like you are describing internal things (thoughts, opinions, memories). I tend to adhere to the question of hands: If it's a real distinction, I would take some (concrete and physical) action differently.

For Zhuangzi, the question is if I'm a butterfly dreaming its a man and NOT a man dreaming he's a butterfly, what would I do differently with my hands? (or wings). If there is a difference, this it's relevant, if not, then not.

Your last question, "more utility in changing the way we view the situation or leaving the two things as indistinguishable?" Presupposes a difference which we choose to ignore. It is distinguishable, just we are not doing it. Which means it may be relevant

Please, please, win me back
You're my life, but I can't stay
While you walk away

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#disappointment

Looking out to space
Pondering infinities
Stars ask, "what are you?"

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