January 5, 2026 at 3:02 AM
August 31, 2025 at 2:43 PM
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The gift of years is heavy, not light,
For friends fall away like doves in flight.
I carry their songs in silence, alone,
Fortune’s burden is mine to own.
The gift of years is heavy, not light,
For friends fall away like doves in flight.
I carry their songs in silence, alone,
Fortune’s burden is mine to own.
August 23, 2025 at 10:57 PM
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The gift of years is heavy, not light,
For friends fall away like doves in flight.
I carry their songs in silence, alone,
Fortune’s burden is mine to own.
The gift of years is heavy, not light,
For friends fall away like doves in flight.
I carry their songs in silence, alone,
Fortune’s burden is mine to own.
August 16, 2025 at 12:42 AM
Certainty for Sale
In markets loud with shadow talk,
They sell the pill, not time to think.
The map burns bright but leaves no chalk,
Just echoes dressed in certainty's ink.
[https://bugsymoon.substack.com/p/certainty-for-sale]
In markets loud with shadow talk,
They sell the pill, not time to think.
The map burns bright but leaves no chalk,
Just echoes dressed in certainty's ink.
[https://bugsymoon.substack.com/p/certainty-for-sale]
![Certainty for Sale
In markets loud with shadow talk,
They sell the pill, not time to think.
The map burns bright but leaves no chalk,
Just echoes dressed in certainty's ink.
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July 20, 2025 at 11:55 PM
Certainty for Sale
In markets loud with shadow talk,
They sell the pill, not time to think.
The map burns bright but leaves no chalk,
Just echoes dressed in certainty's ink.
[https://bugsymoon.substack.com/p/certainty-for-sale]
In markets loud with shadow talk,
They sell the pill, not time to think.
The map burns bright but leaves no chalk,
Just echoes dressed in certainty's ink.
[https://bugsymoon.substack.com/p/certainty-for-sale]
The Boss of Personas
Identity, Agency, and the Architecture of Reflexive Consciousness
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Identity, Agency, and the Architecture of Reflexive Consciousness
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July 9, 2025 at 2:26 PM
The Boss of Personas
Identity, Agency, and the Architecture of Reflexive Consciousness
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Identity, Agency, and the Architecture of Reflexive Consciousness
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He played blues nonstop to drown the ghosts—jam jars, hospital halls, a chair she once warmed, that damn cake. Each bend pulled a memory from the walls. He played not to heal, but to silence. And in one fading chord, the ghosts paused. Not peace—just a moment without remembering.
May 18, 2025 at 2:51 PM
He played blues nonstop to drown the ghosts—jam jars, hospital halls, a chair she once warmed, that damn cake. Each bend pulled a memory from the walls. He played not to heal, but to silence. And in one fading chord, the ghosts paused. Not peace—just a moment without remembering.
The Way They Danced
Used to pity my folks—
young, poor, no gadgets,
no guidebook for life.
But they danced anyway.
Joy from scraps,
love without branding.
It wasn’t scarcity—
just a different kind of enough.
#MothersDay #Reflections
Used to pity my folks—
young, poor, no gadgets,
no guidebook for life.
But they danced anyway.
Joy from scraps,
love without branding.
It wasn’t scarcity—
just a different kind of enough.
#MothersDay #Reflections
May 11, 2025 at 2:47 PM
The Way They Danced
Used to pity my folks—
young, poor, no gadgets,
no guidebook for life.
But they danced anyway.
Joy from scraps,
love without branding.
It wasn’t scarcity—
just a different kind of enough.
#MothersDay #Reflections
Used to pity my folks—
young, poor, no gadgets,
no guidebook for life.
But they danced anyway.
Joy from scraps,
love without branding.
It wasn’t scarcity—
just a different kind of enough.
#MothersDay #Reflections
