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Ritual Is Journey, Chris Abani

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“I have nothing to say. […] Listen to me, listen to what’s the nothing I have to say.”

— Charles Wright, from “One needs no Paradise when the rain falls”

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SHAKSHOUKA, WITH LOVE.

written by EMMA, with third point of view and solely penned for agency-mission purposes.

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She sighed in excitement while she placed a basket of veggies down onto the kitchen table ahead of her. Gemanggi will be making a cozy dish named Shakshouka which is a recipe that originally known from North African and Middle Eastern. Not much ingredients needed for the cook and everything she took from vegetable patch near The Beavers' lodge. Except for the eggs, the dad Beaver helped Anggi snatched it politely from the mommy Hen.

After she douched the veggies, Gemanggi began to hand a knife, to initiated the execution of its crudités. The first turn was plump onion, cut it in half before gave it a fine tiny dice then moves it aside. Followed by garlic, she smashed then minced it thinly. Anggi wanted mild spiciness flavour spreads to her Shakshouka so everyones would safely eat it later. The next turn were green and yellow bell pepper, she got the ribs out of it then chopped it nicely. Last and the most important ingredient that were ready to be chopped was ripe tomato. That was all she needed.

When the preps were done and all sets, assisted by mommy Beaver, she started to warm the pan over a medium heat with three tablespoons of vegetable oil in it. Once it got enough hot, Anggi put down the chopped onions and bell pepper right into the pan. She patiently cooked them both while mixed it occasionally until its soften and the onion becomes trancluent before added the garlic, also, ample amount of pepper and salt in the mix. The stirring were never stopped, once in a while mommy Beaver took over to cook. Next, Anggi put in the diced ripe tomatoes and bit of tomato juice that mommy Beaver had into the pan, then waited until its boiled in a right consistency.

Mommy Beaver chatted about the Talking Wolf and Anggi listened to her religiously as she spoke with fright and fuming shades in her eyes. As the tomato sauce already boiled, she cracked an egg, one by one, let it slide onto the sauce. She put up five eggs in total and closed the pan with its lid, so the eggs would be cooked well and nicely. Another 8 minutes passed, she opened the lid and found out that everything was done cooked underneath and ready to served. Mommy Beaver gave the last touch with cilantro, celeries and tomato cherries above the Shakshouka, made it even more beautiful and appetizing.

Reference of the cook:

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The dreadfulness of staying sentient amidst this consuming thoughts; constant fear and unease, which barely ever humbled yet constructing a new question latter, will I ever be free? Will I ever be content? Will I live with these questions lingering in my head all my life?

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Beautifully made by my sputnik sweetheart.

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Yukio Mishima on death in modern society. 

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"Do you believe in magic?" she asked. I tilted my head over her that was laying besides me, on the verdant greenish grassfield of none. "Uh? Never I am. Or maybe it is because I never witnessing any magic beforehand. Unless something like Harry Potter ever existed. Do you?" My eyes then gazed upside to the eventide skies, where she fixed her gape upon.

"Sortly I do, listen." the winds hummed in pacific as she paused her words and smiled gently. "I remember this little saying from Celine in Before Sunrise (1995), there she said, 'If there's any kind of magic in this world, it must be in the attempt of understanding someone, sharing something. I know it's almost impossible to succeed, the answer must be in the attempt.' and it was beautiful."

Her eyes stopped wandering the ether thus turned her stare into mine. "It's beautiful isn't it, when someone trying and attempting their best to understand every complexities of yours, especially when you, yourself, barely tired of it? The enthusiasm, the eager, the excitement, brings this little light to your heart, that you can't help yourself but to feel the same too, as them." and I merely replied her with soundless mesmerism.

"And that's where the magic is." she continued. "The mysterious charm which create an illusion, and this case, it is the kind of illusion that makes you feel something, you've never felt of."

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— Yū Miri, Tokyo Ueno Station

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there is something so beautiful about seeing someone carrying flowers in public like. aside from how pretty i think they are i always wonder if they received them or if theyre about to make someones day a little better. is it for a friend? their lover? someone they havent seen in a long time? did they treat themselves to a small joy? no matter the answer flowers in public will make all the beholders of this brief moment a little happier

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Jamie Varon

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In a hundred years of rime, your presence blow in my life like an apricity. For you just merely touch me with the tip of your finger, and I burn.

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I always being told that the sadness will never lasts forever. So does the happiness will be, I answered soundlessly. Everything was designed to be ephemeral, and as the more you fond of it, the more miserable it is to think of the latter. Will it make me selfish and greedy enough to clutch of what I desired in despair instead of letting it go anguishly?

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HER MOMENTARY MARCOCOSM; THE ENTIRETY OF GEMANGGI #2

A complete and loving family, are probably two things that anyone in the world could ever asks for, yet Gemanggi bided with this blessings since she were born. But, of all her life she lives, she always been desired for a thing; liberty of her own. Maybe the definition of love itself is different from one to another, but for Anggi, a love shouldn't makes one feel caged, imprisoned or unheard, yet thus far she received the contrary of it.

Grew up along with her twin brother, Wisnu, their parents treated both of them differently. They let Wisnu to chose everything by his own or did anything he wanted to, while Anggi always had her decisions and things planned by, most of the time, controlled by. The last time she remembered she pleaded for university major which she dying for, yet, her parents solely answered that they knew what's good for her later and what she wanted wasn't the good they thought would be.

Wishes she spoke were muted and remains unheard. The love she wanted was only a freedom. Now, she working as Financial Analyst, in one of acclaimed and leading bank in Indonesia, which conforming to her parents liking.