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The Past is Empty by Jack Gunner Peterson

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    The Past is Empty      I stepped inside with little hesitation. The door shut behind me and I was sealed inside. I expected much more from such an invention; It looked like nothing more than an elevator. The window on the door was a neat addition though; I could see the dread spread across the faces on the outside. Such an emotion couldn’t be caught inhabiting my face though. I knew what I was getting into and I didn’t care. Apathy was an old friend of mine, we’d gotten to know each other well over the last few years, However, excitement snuck its way into my body as I heard the machine charge up.      When they asked if I had a particular date and location I wanted to go back to, I gave my answer instantly. You see, I never drank. Never smoked. Never huffed. Never puffed. Never pricked my skin. No, my drug was nostalgia. I missed being a kid, when holidays still felt special. I missed high school and playing football with my buddies. I t...
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Rabbit Hole by Elif Sude Yorgancılar

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 Rabbit Hole A cool breeze on my back,  sweat upon my chest. Too many thoughts for such a fleeting moment, yet my mind refuses to rest. The birds keep chirping The sky wears a pale blue. Everything else lies perfectly still,  yet my mind keeps wandering. I watch the leaves sway away without hesitation. They never ask the wind where it is taking them. Perhaps that's the way I should be going, like the leaves,  blown by the wind, without asking where it will take me.  
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Resolve by Samantha Bradshaw

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   Resolve there is a sweet melody that you make through broken whispers in muffled feedback. with your staves, your sforzandos, your pianos— your rubato as it swirls around your tongue. there is a rest in between us with large unnatural silence. so what do you fill it with, other than what you know best. your melody that dances with such a mind of its own— you have made this space so sacred. so much of our lives were shared between small breaths. what you speak now is so simple, three beats and I’m all over you. 
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Kurmaca Bir Halkın Etnografisi: Le Guin’in Kaleminden Kesh Halkının Müzik ve Dile Dayanan Belleği by Burcu Haksever

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​   Kurmaca Bir Halkın Etnografisi: Le   Guin’in   Kaleminden   Kesh   Halkının Müzik ve Dile Dayanan Belleği      Kurgusal metinleri içeriklerinden ziyade   anlatıcı nın   özelliklerine   göre sınıflandırdığımız   son yüzyılda (geç 20. yüzyıl ve 21. yüzyıl)   kurgusal bir dünyayı sunmanın birçok farklı yolu olduğunu gösteren yazarlardan biri olan Ursula K. Le   Guin , özellikle   Hep Yuvaya Dönmek ( Always   Comıng   Home)   isimli romanında oldukça farklı bir   anlatım   den emiştir: ​ Hep Yuvaya Dönmek ,   Pandora isimli antropolog/etn ograf ın   post apokaliptik bir gelecekte   California’ da yaşayan hayali bir halk olan   Kesh   kabiles inin kültürüne dair notlar ını   içeren   bir bilimkurgu romanı dır.   Ansiklopedik roman özellikleri taşıyan bu eser,   Tom   LeC lair tarafından   daha kapsamlı olarak   tanımlanmış olan ...
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