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Made up of Garbled Parts

An Essay on Jazz Music, Dreams, Complexities of Realities Within and Without, Predetermined Intention and Spontaneous Meaning.

Photo by Gbenga Onalaja on Unsplash

I heard jazz music in my dream yesterday. It was the very beginning of the descend into dreams, my head bobbling in and out of the surface of the ocean. When I floated above and blew out bubbles, the bubbles were…

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Pei Ni

Pei Ni

Aspiring composer, serious minimalist, casual writer. Mandarin may be my mother tongue, but English adopted my daydreams.

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