i was home for thanksgiving after moving away 10 years ago, and being home made me feel creepy and like a child again. so i wrote some creative nonfiction about the town i grew up in, personifying the city itself and writing stories about the town villainizing and holding hostage its residents. there's a huge government operation there as well so it lent itself to storytelling quite well
Dec 30, 2024
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i just moved back in to my parents’ house, after spending 4 years of college outside of town.
gone was the feeling of liberty, of living my life as mine and only mine. suddenly, i forgot how i used to live under this roof for all of those years.
this place’s supposed to be my home. but moving back here doesn’t feel like coming home.
not anymore.
Jan 5, 2025
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i like to think that if i knocked on the door of where i lived from birth to age 11, the people that live there now would just let me in without question. just bc it used to be my house.
Jan 31, 2024
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aka letting it linger
Dec 19, 2023
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i read 45 books in 2024 (brag) and i want to continue to prioritize reading in the new year, above tv or scrolling or gaming
my biggest reading hack is to be reading 2-3 books at a time so whenever you wanna read you have something that can match your specific mood
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Jan 16, 2025
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as the old guy Kurt Vonnegut says:
"I go down the steps and my wife calls, “Where are you going?” “Well,” I say, “I’m going to buy an envelope.” And she says, “You’re not a poor man. Why don’t you buy a thousand envelopes? They’ll deliver them, and you can put them in the closet.” And I say, “Hush.”
So I go to this newsstand across the street where they sell magazines and lottery tickets and stationery. I have to get in line because there are people buying candy and all that sort of thing, and I talk to them. The woman behind the counter has a jewel between her eyes, and when it’s my turn, I ask her if there have been any big winners lately.
I get my envelope and seal it up and go to the postal convenience center down the block at the corner of Forty-seventh Street and Second Avenue, where I’m secretly in love with the woman behind the counter. I keep absolutely poker-faced; I never let her know how I feel about her. One time I had my pocket picked in there and got to meet a cop and tell him about it.
Anyway, I address the envelope to Carol in Woodstock. I stamp the envelope and mail it in a mailbox in front of the post office, and I go home.
And I’ve had a hell of a good time. I tell you, we are here on Earth to fart around, and don’t let anybody tell you any different.”
Jan 8, 2025