I’m willing to guess that the ratio of stores to exhibits in Sea World leans largely in favor of stores. Each time you enter a darkened tunnel to survey the not-so-wild life you are motored through, told not to dawdle and promptly discarded in to the gift shop. And by “the” gift shop, I mean the penguin shop, the dolphin shop, the arctic shop, the Shamu shop, the shark shop. It is a 100% guarantee...
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I can’t sleep.My brain just won’t – turn off.And don’t get me wrong… I’m not claiming to be some super-genius whose brain won’t quit because I’m thinking of ways to alter the course of humanity. I’m just saying the damn thing won’t stop working long enough to give me a moment’s peace.I’ve always had trouble going to sleep. I would lie in bed for probably an hour or two every night when I was growing...
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Dear Self
As I lay awake in bed at 6am, I am accosted by the sounds of morning routine.Alarms beep faintly in the distance, only barely audible as the sounds echo on the courtyard walls.My neighbor slides open her closet door.A car honks to unlock.The garage gate screeches open.A lump forms in my throat as I thank whatever power has allowed me to remain in bed.I have a deeply rooted fear of actually becoming...
