phenomenology
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Underwater silence. I know the sound from being tethered to the bottom of a lake once but now it’s directly threatening. The rush of fear constricting my chest yanks the vagus nerve running up my neck. Too close to the reptilian connection that hearing has to survival, my amygdala gets defensive and rakes a dull
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If I felt that there were any other way I would take that route in a minute. It turns out, though, that saying the thing that is underneath all the subterfuge is actually what’s easier in the long run. The Realm of Possibility Underneath the things I’d rather say because they are what I am
Auguste Hill 