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📁 RETURN TO JUST ANOTHER DAY Never Forget, an Echo will Then Arise In 1993, Charles S. Maier asked, “Are we suffering from too much memory?” “The fault is not with memory,” he argued, “but with our current balance of past…
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📁 RETURN TO JUST ANOTHER DAY It happened when I was prepping for a roundtable on Hong Kong I am taking part in tomorrow, deliberately timed to be a day after this, just another day. My soundtrack for work was the…
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📁 RETURN TO JUST ANOTHER DAY In Kuala Lumpur space is on steroids. Swelling, bulging, limitless. Perhaps that’s exactly the reaction you’d expect from someone from an island city-state, where land is so limited that we constantly renegotiate our boundaries with…
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📁 RETURN TO JUST ANOTHER DAY Today is a clean slate. It began with stretches and back exercises, because at some point one’s biology tips towards sleeplessness and aches. I had breakfast in a wood-panelled dining room that I will probably…
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📁 RETURN TO JUST ANOTHER DAY It is 4:20 am here in Vancouver, on the unceded and traditional territories of the Coast Salish Peoples, as I begin to write. The day has awakened me. The memory of what happened, thirty-four years…
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📁 RETURN TO JUST ANOTHER DAY There is never just another day in our lives. The moon will glow strawberry bright on June 4th, on an Earth where only a few humans have tasted strawberries. Skeletal thousands die today and every…
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📁 RETURN TO JUST ANOTHER DAY My day starts with glitter. I rub some lip balm between my fingertips to soften it, then apply it to my temples and cheekbones. Looking in the mirror, I tilt my head sideways, then sprinkle…
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📁 RETURN TO JUST ANOTHER DAY I woke up early today, when the fog was just beginning to burn off. A little after seven, I helped my daughter pack up her car and waved goodbye from the sidewalk as she drove…
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📁 RETURN TO JUST ANOTHER DAY Every year, I like to try to run a race on or close to my birthday. This year, my birthday falls on a Monday, so I picked the Ironman 70.3 Virginia’s Blue Ridge, which was…
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📁 RETURN TO JUST ANOTHER DAY The MTR is crowded with faces we can see and faces we cannot. The air conditioners blast Arctic air as we head towards the department store, looking for the new swimsuit that my teenage daughter…
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