Category: Apocalypse
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Travel-diary: Dachau Concentration Camp, Munich
Exceedingly bright and cloudless summer day spent at Dachau, Germany’s longest running Jewish concentration camp Here we are at the gate, where 60,000 Jews entered but never left. (admittedly, we look a tad too happy for the solemnity, but it’s a tourist thing) To be honest it could be a lovely walk in the park…
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too close for comfort
Bangkok Jam and World War Z to celebrate Enkee’s post-23rd (somehow silly me forgot to take Joyce again…) Happy ten-years of friendship ENQI NYGH wouldn’t have been the same if we’ve never met; we would have missed out on hiding and talking under the covers of our blue high school jackets (which we NEVER took…
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167. firearms and vicious cycles
Was just talking to Angela about catastrophes and the world ending even without incurring the wrath of Mother Nature. With a little less hate, violence, cruelty, viciousness, backstabbing, lies and treachery, the world would probably be less suffocating. Just plain sad that parents in the States have to live in constant fear of their kids…
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two oh one two
I would love to stand right in the eye of Haruki Murakami’s metaphorical sandstorm. Anything to feel more alive than this. Does standing on some goddamn high plateau at the edge of the universe, faced with the arriving apocalypse, ultimately bring on fear? Or would one feel just like I imagine I would feel, a…
Viktoria Jean 