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A Life Paradox

Evening on Karl Johan (Edvard Munch, 1892)

Matsuo Basho said that every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home. It is a paradox. Everyone comes and goes like train and no one can tell where; forward, backward, or even really nowhere. The railroad, the street, the evening sky, the empty pavement. The air with volcano ashes.

Everyone is lonely at home.

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Puty Puar. F/28. Indonesian. Working at home mom, blogger, illustrator, book author & enthusiast. Also a small business owner. Contact her through puti [dot] karina [dot] puar [at] gmail [dot] com.

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