I remember when I was in my early 20s and finally lived on my own for the first time. My apartment was less than 300 square feet, and though I loved the idea of my new independence, there seemed nothing more painful than the hollow echo of solitude. I came home everyday after work ...
Read More »The Lure of Magic, Part II
In the first article about the lure of magic, I described how I wanted magic because of longings to change my circumstances and myself. I was unhappy as a child and wanted relief from missing my mom when I had to live with my dad and submit to the authority ...
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