Sam Archer
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The Game is Afoot
A lyrical meditation on being human—dancing between spirit and self, ego and embodiment, chaos and creation. Not a guide to transcendence, but an invitation to expression, presence, and the art of being. Continue reading
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I Get By With A Little Help From My Friends
A good friend would not stand up and walk out on a friend. Even if they were singing out of tune. A good friend helps you get by – when your love is away, or when you’re alone at the… Continue reading
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I Woke Up Today
Dreams of homes never lived in, lovers never had, And of lives lived forever, but not fire-retardant-clad. Dreams of spires and splinters, friends always known, Melted in palms once morning’s fires blown. Dreams so real you’d mourn, if memory would… Continue reading
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Rest in Peace, Charlie Kirk
Oh to Be. I’m now older than before, and I’m perhaps enjoying life more than ever. Or, perhaps, I’m simply beginning to know Life more. Being crests, and undulates, and ebbs, and runs. Flung by each wave to ever-highs and… Continue reading
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The World Does Not Spin. It Crunches.
The world does not spin.It crunches. Gravity folds upon itself, devouring its own weight.A pestle grinds Being into the mortar of Oblivion, and here we are — caught between, reduced to dust. I taste grit. I bleed Polyfilla. Asbestos coats… Continue reading
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24 Hours in Chicago, Illinois
Ever since Chance the Rapper “put the indie in Windy City”, I have long loved Chicago. Before ever seeing its skyline, Chicago had claimed me through sound and story. Deep-dish pizza, the “L” train, The Bean, its distinctive neighbourhoods, and… Continue reading
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Behind the Wall of Sleep
The All-Nighter. No sleep. A feat that, for seven-year-old boys, surpasses mythical proportions. Midnight feasts; defying bed-time orders; going where no Me has ever gone before. I never made the grade, but it wasn’t for lack of trying. Toby’s seventh… Continue reading
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72 Hours in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil
Rio is both like everywhere and nowhere that you have ever been. The idea of the place had long loomed large in my internal world of forms. So extraordinarily iconic. To my experience, the final continental frontier. I had never… Continue reading
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We Do Not Define Happiness By Material Possessions
We do not define our happiness by material possessions. But we all do own things. And when we lose them, it is pretty damn annoying. It’s been estimated that the average person in developed Western societies owns 175,000 differentiated things.… Continue reading
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48 Hours in Nassau, The Bahamas
Plastic flowers are worse than normal flowers. Why? They are unmoving, non-living, artificial simulacrums of the original; an original which is organic, imbued with life, and entirely true to itself. Such is the difference between one’s mental projection of Nassau… Continue reading
The Eye of an Archer 