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We could be like Kirito and Asuna if you wanted.

It caught her eye, shone like store window gem- stones, set atop gold- en promises once thought to mean for- ever. Lost amongst the blur of city sidewalks, ravaged empty gutter waste, dulled and soot-stain- greyed building fronts, she walked; she smiles.

She found oddities delightful...

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Mouth dry, dusty, desolate, and choked upon the salty sands left from those that have long since passed; those spent wandering, longing for whispers, stretched far like afternoon-shadows; those that are long-reaching under a blazon desert sun. Wobbling, as if drunk, stumbling and unsteady,...

He turned to her and said softly, “so, plug in if you’re drained. In this moment, we’ve never been so connected.” Her blank stare peaked out briefly from behind an overly radiant glow. He found her vacant. He inwardly whispered, “and, we’ve never felt so alone.”

- d. morgan lustig

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As of late, the flight patterns of airplanes have changed and the sound of arriving jets could be heard, keeping him from sleep. With each returning flight, he is reminded of the brief time he had spent abroad, away, and immersed in new culture. The longing grows, as a vine, beautiful, yet constricting. It has wrapped itself around his thoughts. The color-filled day dreams of distant lands now stole most of his concentration. People began to make note of the displaced look in his eyes. Once compared to a calm ocean, they became stormy, tumultuous, and tinted with a slight grey hue. He longs to wander.

- d. morgan lustig

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I'm so damn lucky, sometimes. #NYC #7thAve #EmpireStateBuilding #VSCOcam

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Danke Mutti! My birthday pie. I love it. #BirthdayPie #thanksMa #omnomnom #VSCOcam

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Time taken for reflection. #CUNYHunter #NYC #Coffee #VSCOcam

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Expectations on the Topic of Growth

Dreams of so many maps, colored cartographic depictions of the unknown, paths, vast and new, untraveled, as pack strings unravel, and soles wear out, the sun still sets.

And, also rises. Cyclical movements are best noted when one is traveling, due to sudden shifts, breaks, adventures. Movements are best noted, cyclical and rising, also.

They stood at a bus stop, one summer afternoon, in some central eastern European country, that had history. Incomprehensible past, unknown and vast numbers of existences.

Crumbling bricks next to modernity, infrastructure perfectly planned to facilitate a certain level of comfort, a world so meticulously thought out, but this wasn’t what they were searching for.

She dreamt of a view unimpeded; some untouched mountain peak somewhere, to see the sun-capped horizon freely. He dreamt of a tall waterfall, cascading out from in between a thick and vibrant forest of green, violent and beautiful. - d. morgan lustig

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Pilot batch brewing at Finback. #FinbackBrewery #Queens #CraftBeer #vscocam

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At Finback for the day, with the @hoptronbrewtique clan. Couldn't be happier. #FinbackBrewery #BarrelAgedBQE #CraftBeer #vscocam

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He woke, suddenly. Greeted by pre-dawn shadows, a glowing green hue from a cable box clock, and an odd tingle that still lingered from electro-shock dreams. There was no sleep left in his eyes. There rarely was, these days. A sense of restlessness set the background tone for an otherwise mundane life-song. It’s not that this existence bored him. He’s come to realize, as of late, that he was the one playing the tune. He could change the tempo, if he wanted. But, it would be in opposition to the conductor’s direction. Fuck the full band. Fuck the conductor. He wanted a solo. Staccato chop, followed by long flowing scales. Something abstract, like the jazz of a grittier New York City. Something to make him feel again.

- d. morgan lustig

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