Category: BAZOO ESSAY BLOG
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VINTAGE REVERIE
Wandering through an antique/vintage store, soaking up the sights and smells. Tattered books, yellowed inky pages. Posters, sea shells, baubles, china cupboard, coffee table. Someone held that, someone sat there, someone wore this, read that. A long time ago. Were things so different then? Probably not. But so they’re most likely dead, considering the age…
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LIVING IN THE MACHINE
What exactly am I? Every once in a while I’m reminded that I’m essentially a complex and evolved piece of machinery with a presence that perceives through my senses and exists as a “person”. I am not a tree. I am not a granite boulder. I am not a fork, or a river, or a…