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Violivia was: A great number of things. The thoughts we had when we woke up in the morning. The thoughts we had when we were at our jobs. The thoughts we had washing dishes and reading novels and striving for some higher vision we used to have but lost somehow, in the rush of college and the slowing down afterwards. It's like a river, so long, it starts in the hills and it's rushing you along, and you're bouncing, full of potential, ideas, dreams, and suddenly, the land is flattening, the water slows down, and you just kinda settle out, losing all your momentum in the great, broad, lazy delta of your life. Life in the world, with a job you don't especially hate, but doesn't wake you up Monday morning saying "Yay! It's finally time to go back to work!" Life where you can't even muster the energy to go visit your friend who lives not even two blocks away, let alone go to the grocery store. Or it could just have been a reflection of the life of the editor. Mostly, it was an escape and an outlet and a chance to pretend we had opinions complete strangers might take an interest in. Look around you. |
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