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Who, After All, Remembers the Armenians?

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Introduction	Making the decision to tread lightly upon this earth, I disguise myself with awkwardness and become most passionate at night. I am taken by the idea of a tomorrow, constantly burdening the future me with all hopes and aspirations, thoughts of what could be (as if we are a separate entity...but it just eases the process of treading lightly today). Oh, I [also irrationally] believe in yesterday. In turn, I burden the Armine of the past with regrets, trivial thoughts of what could have been. Perhaps I have discovered the root of my asymmetry. Of course, today melts into tomorrow and all days become one if you stay up late enough, and I know all of this but the thought is too claustrophobic as it leaves no room to run. But I do prefer walking...

Introduction

Making the decision to tread lightly upon this earth, I disguise myself with awkwardness and become most passionate at night. I am taken by the idea of a tomorrow, constantly burdening the future me with all hopes and aspirations, thoughts of what could be (as if we are a separate entity...but it just eases the process of treading lightly today). Oh, I [also irrationally] believe in yesterday. In turn, I burden the Armine of the past with regrets, trivial thoughts of what could have been. Perhaps I have discovered the root of my asymmetry. Of course, today melts into tomorrow and all days become one if you stay up late enough, and I know all of this but the thought is too claustrophobic as it leaves no room to run. But I do prefer walking...