I’ve been spending the last few days updating and reorganizing my Math entries. Wherever possible, I replaced any missing images, and made a few clean-ups. On multiple times I was impressed with the depth and amount of work I put into an entry; on multiple times, I clucked at the mistakes and inanity of my…
Category: Diary
06.20.23 – Self-masking
Something I’ve struggled with in the past has come back yet again to roost: I’m masking from myself. I don’t know quite who I am because I’m not telling myself. I don’t trust myself not to out me to everyone else, and so I’m hiding a huge part of myself away and not letting me…
New Host
I’ve changed hosts because my previous host had an increasing number of issues. Anyway, I’m hopefully back now, on a faster and more reliable host.
04.21.23
(I wrote this on my phone on 4/21, and transcribed it here on 4/29.) I can feel the friction when I write between the need for organization and the desire to scream whisper shout whimper stretch out big squeeze down small. Between the need for order and the demand for chaos and I don’t know…
hyperfixated infodump
the basic shape of the capital latin letter a has remained fairly unchanged since phoenicianfirst developed over three millennia agothe major change is that it was tipped overit is believed to have originally represented a ox’s headapparently greek scholars busied themselves with tipping over cowsin the fields the basic shape of the lower case latin…
04.25.23
I’m feeling stagnant. The daily poems (word salads) have become mechanical, and I’m not sure how I’m feeling about them now. I’m in that mode of “only x to go” (which is now down to “only five to go”), so they’re feeling like a chore. I have books I want to read, but I keep…
04.22.23 – The Dream
(This is just a dream journal entry, kept here because it goes with the previous item and I don’t want to lose it. No deep reflections here, but if you want to read it anyway, go for it.) So there was of course more to the dream than I put in that write-up. It was…
04.21.23
I’ve made it past the two-thirds mark for April. Some days I really struggle with new words, and I’m feeling like there’s a shadow of glumness that hovers over most of them. My inner child is now and has long been so very emo, but I also feel like I’m turning a corner. Therapy? sings:…
97%
thoughts and prayersat the end of a steel barreldo not stop the deathhurtling forth thoughts and prayerskeep falling on the deaf earsof children cut downlike weedsinconveniences in the way of the liberty to own machines of death thoughts and prayersare not what will stopthe next one orthe next one orthe next one we need to…
cocoon
left outlocked outdown below the waterlinefloating in stasisnot drowningbut not breathing embraced by the filigreethe layers of dishonestycocooned in the safetyof my self-victimizationnot cryingbut not laughing simply herebetween the sharp edges of realityand the freedom of the dream can i be so subtleand still claw my wayabove the surface?and do i really want to? (i’m…