i had a teeth falling out of my mouth dream which is supposedly only going to occur in high stress circumstances. i am in low stress circumstances right now (ive finished school, work hasnt started yet, back from vacation). so now im overthinking what i am stressed about.

i started that substack i didnt want to make because i need to write on my keyboard and put it somewhere safe.

heavy is the tush that bears the bush as they say

im trying to motivate myself to write without requiring viewership of this writing. everything we do is so collective and reflection in complete privacy is something i crave. but then the desire to be watched festers in the moments when i feel unseen and free.

a lady dropped off a box of old photographs at the second hand store. she just said "i dont want to get rid of these but i have to. ive collected for so long and they are pictures of people i dont know." she left the store so quickly that i can't remember what she looked like. b...

sometimes i walk through a bit of warm air and feel stroked across the face and neck. ghosts must be warm because of how much energy it takes to manifest yourself into the earthly plain. which is why i have deduced these warm aired moments must be of importance and listened to c...

this addition to the evening, got up mid meal. she stalked out of the dinning room with a petulant flair; though no one noticed, and stomped herself through a courtyard to the grey street. as soon as streams of fresh air hit her skin: she howled. not even at a full moon, just a ...

had a terrible dream with lots of fighting and running through mini mall lots trying to find free parking. it was crowded and i hated it cery much. i would not like to return to this dreamscape.

i hope to be a bad worker and better liver.

i feel guilty indulging in a hobby that is not income/output related. i find myself rationalizing how i could make money from it. writing is my secret. a treat. having space to get better is a gift to myself. i think this is what making art is. how miraculous.

i feel lucky to have a new place for my dreams and ambitions. it gives me hope and something to strive for when building creative community. i am becoming a fulfilled person. writing it makes it so.

i dreamed of a house with a couple that took me in and showed me where they lived. i had heen walking past my neighbourhood through to a church that doesnt exist but i have visited before. the bells were ringing and i could hear people singing inside. plans change and i went into...