Category: Raw Passage
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Raw Passage: Your Storied Life

Your life is a story. A clutter of seemingly random events. You look back to highlight certain moments in your book of life that are vital, significant to the main plot. You trace each thread back to their origins, where you think is it’s beginning, finding omens, signs and ironies dispersed along the way. Until…
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Raw Passage: The 42.195K

21K – He doesn’t know what beach this is, but he feels he should know it. Since it’s an urban jungle, it is the first coastline and green trees he finally gets to see. The sea, well it smells putrid. Maybe it was just the ‘right place, wrong time’ sort of thing for the runner.…
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Raw Passage: The Open Office

The open office can become a constructor of identity. It is what philosopher Michel Foucault calls ‘heterotopia’. A concept in human geography to describe places and spaces that function in non-hegemonic conditions. Places and spaces that possess no authority or domination over others. Places and spaces that offer you an important philosophy, it proposes true…
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Raw Passage: Our Grief

Who knows how long I have been awake now. My mental aches are showing. Since the new year, I have been in grief. I dare not say the reasons. I may be misunderstood in ways, unimaginable. At first, it felt like a small disaster. After a while, it grew into a whirlwind of thoughts and…
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Raw Passage: The Cafe

The cafe is an early riser as it starts to operate while the world is still asleep. Four in the morning seems too early, even for the birds to wake and carry out their worm hunts. Chairs are put down and tables wiped. Curtains are pulled up so hastily while the first batch of coffee…
