Abraham Kim @abrahamKim

Hipsters talk more than Boomers these days.

Abraham Kim last shared their writing The final time I saw Camilla
There was something off about Camilla when I saw her for the final time. I had been sitting in the backlounge of The Bend. Rachel and I went there before we were supposed to go on stage, but I remember distinctly when Camilla entered to say hi to me, not...
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The final time I saw Camilla

There was something off about Camilla when I saw her for the final time. I had been sitting in the backlounge of The Bend. Rachel and I went there before we were supposed to go on stage, but I remember distinctly when Camilla entered to say hi to me, not...
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2021-09-26 18:38:02

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Untitled Shared at Sep 26, 2021

This was beforeΒ  web 2.0 . You didn't surf the net expecting most your information to come from one of the bigs like Facebook orΒ  Twitter . Instead you would visit these horribly designed websites with no sense ofΒ  topography and often light-yellow or pitch black backgrounds. Something about that...
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2021-09-26 03:06:35

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scripts and laps

The first script was that we went to college. It was what you did, unless you had convictions otherwise, or were a fuck up. I followed that script.

The second script was rebellion against the first. Not enough to actually break from the script, but enough to detract any possible benefit...
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2021-09-25 03:14:01

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Crooked Schedules - 5

When you're little you can call somebody you've known a year your best friend, but once you're at college there's some criteria before you can call someone aΒ  best friend . Ask anyone and they would tell you that their best friend is someone from back home. But thing I...
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2021-09-24 00:47:31

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Crooked Schedules - 4

I found university sponsored events lame. So much that I made it part of my identity to signal to people, I am not a dipshit who goes to those things.

Then Riley asked if I'd have time that weekend to catch a film at the University Cinema. I was nothing short...
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2021-09-22 23:43:08

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Crooked Schedules - 3

"Hello, Jake."

It was Riley from back in the day. We'd both lived in Williams Hall, and we'd often go eat and try to study together. After moving off campus it got hard trying to see each other, and I guess we just found our own ways.Β 

"So you're living off...
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2021-09-22 01:44:45

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Crooked Schedules - 2

The next morning I went to the cafe just like I did every Wednesday around 9AM. The music was cafe-smooth Norah Jones . I ordered a black cup of house roast coffee , just like I always did when Norah was playing. Something about her made me enjoy that dark...
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2021-09-21 02:26:23

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Crooked Schedules - 1

In wintertime I saw a woman in her 50s more often than not anytime I went to the cafe. Besides Sundays, I went everyday so she noticed me as well. Go to the cafe that often and you begin recognizing who comes regularly. Begin to notice out of those regulars...
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2021-09-19 17:23:05

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Untitled Shared at Sep 19, 2021

When she broke up with me, I asked her the reason. Right then I realized that she hadn't said a single true thing to be in six months. She'd been always filtering the truth. Because I had been asking impossible to ask questions. Questions demanding heartbreaking answers. Now that she...
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2021-09-18 23:17:08

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Death

At the end of her life she wasn't ready to die. It was only then that she realized that it was not death she feared, but having not lived. Six decades she'd passed in constantΒ  FOMO . And now that she was at what was the end of it, she...
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2021-09-18 02:02:57