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    Bombay Ficus3/30/217 min
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    • DellwoodBarker
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      3 weeks ago

      There is a well-executed fog of depression and realism which permeates this short story from start to finish. Begins from within and then stems out into the communication with a poor boy and a visiting family. The fog is only briefly parted for the tiniest glimpses of resilient light such as:

      I put on what I wore last night, the clothes still smelled of hope, something I needed. To make this an entirely dismal morning, I topped it off with some espresso, and it was good to go through my day feeling like shit.

      I did have something to drown myself in, a social gathering at my aunt’s place and the drive was over 30kms, though I cannot say I don’t love it. It is something that puts me at ease, it is dynamic, the experience is never the same, every time it is different. You can drive through the same route for over 30 years of your life, wearing the same attire as you step into your office every day, but the people you see on the road will always be different. It’s change, the one thing associated with fear, but the one thing true to life.