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yesterday, she and i snuggled under my covers, parallel bodies awash under the light pollution that streams gently through my window each night. birds chirped as our eyes finally closed. tonight i make myself at home on the couch, in borrowed pajamas, under soft blankets. the dog’s collar clinks somewhere in the other room as he looks for a place to settle, circling for a moment before huffing to the floor. i am so tired. life is good
May 19, 2024
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i truly love when people embrace the simple things in life, those are what truly builds foundations for love and wonder in one’s world.
this morning as i awoke alarmingly late, i could feel my body creak like an ancient tree. seeming wisdom seeping through the cracks yet realistically was more the product of poor sleep. i felt like a mummy awaking from its tomb and glimpses of life capturing its eye and reeling it towards reality. but this time i didn’t want to rise. i just wanted to lay. wriggle, roll, and wither below my blankets. stretching stagnantly yet efficiently.
i found so much joy in my cocoon of blankets. inching up and down across my sheets, as if i was about to break through but couldn’t leave the confines of comfort.
it was this simple thing as i peered through my cubby’s window that truly made my day. simplicity in sleepiness.
Nov 28, 2024
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my super is really freestyling the plaster job on my walls and ceiling and it’s gonna be a few-days job. so my hypochondriac ass (scared of Poison Wall Dust) is sleeping on the couch and it feels like a little treat. sleepover vibes !! something old is made new again
Feb 8, 2024
when I hug my pillow at night, I breathe for the two of us and forget what it’s like to have my arms around a person. I think that’s beautiful even if no one is here to agree with me.
Jan 27, 2025
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the fewer the better
soon i will switch my browsers away from the info-eating tech giants and no one will find me (except when i want to return and be found)
Nov 19, 2024
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for example. at this juncture of my life i am a brick wall. even a fortress, maybe. all obstacle. windows up high, no doors. something is happening inside, deep in the tower’s belly. the soft thing in the antechamber is glowing. it’s hardening like petrified wood. and no one would ever know, because it’s safe there. peaceful. no ego-drunk conquering lords come barreling in, no sad pilgrims, no tax collectors nor gamblers nor drunks nor pretty stable boys with ringlets enter here. the wall is impermeable and unscalable. every armchair explorer that has tried to climb it has given up, released and fallen into the waters below, more welcoming than the altitude. they, like most, were not ready for blisters. the brick wall is a happy wall, a technology without failures. press your face against it, hot from the sun, victorious
Nov 24, 2024
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money is tight this month, so i‘ll be making no further plans. i am telling myself that i will spend as little as possible. i will use my time to practice the solo creative tasks that gnaw away at my brain all day anyway, to journal and reflect, and to struggle to establish something of a routine again, until i can emerge feeling that i have a handle on myself (for now). sometimes it’s fun to be restrictive, reclusive. especially in the winter. during stretches like these, i like to think of myself as a hermit or an ascetic monk.
Jan 31, 2024