I wasn’t going to write about this publicly until I succeeded. Until I had a result to show the world, a jubilant proof that persistence and hard work pays off in the end. Now that I’ve failed, that seems kind of stupid. Wouldn’t it just feed the social media thing…
Tag: In English
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The shape of inspiration
I think I felt a spark of inspiration today. Perhaps it was the light of evening sky against a foreground of trees. Perhaps it was the coldness of the waterfall shocking me awake. Perhaps it was the softness of skin half-hidden beneath last year’s fallen leaves. Whatever shape it took,…
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Violent thoughts
How often do you think about violence? I do it often. The only thing I spend more time thinking about is probably sex. I never talk about it. Sometimes I write about it. I am not a violent person and I do not self-harm. I’m about as pacifist as hippies…
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Resignation
Painting by Clive Barker Happiness consists of getting enough sleep. Just that, nothing more. — Robert Heinlein (Starship Troopers) Why is it so easy to open up a gateway to the void inside? One minute you’re calm and full of sunshine and so fucking on top of things, the next…
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Normality is the new adventure
Long time, no see. Again. As usual, the longer I go without writing, the harder it is to think of something to write about. When I write every day or so it all just flows, but now there are so many things I could write about that I kind of…
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Summing up a decade
The 2010’s have gone by, and I have been blogging (more or less regularly) throughout the entire time. In the same space of time, I’ve lived out my twenties. Ten years is a staggering amount of time, yet it has flown by faster than pigs with wings. I’ve grown and…
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Mountain-loving heart of mine
Ah, life and its turns. Not a lot of what I’ve been through has turned out quite the way I’d pictured it. That’s what makes it interesting, I suppose. Like now, for instance. Snowed in at a mountain lodge. I won’t be working here this winter, because I need to…
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Threads
from threads I see you hanging and I feel myself hanging on for dear life from threads around my bones from the trees through my skin holding me up the only thing keeping me here keeping me from sinking completely into the ground I need something to hold onto a…
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My Bones, or The Space Between Us
If I could drag my bones across the Earth If I could find a lasting state of bliss If I could cross the space between us In a word, or in a kiss But my bones are way too heavy And the space is just too vast And in my…
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There Will Be No Intermission
Dear Amanda. I don’t know if you’ll ever read this post, but here goes anyway: Thank you, Amanda Fucking Palmer. I had the great fortune of seeing your show yesterday in Copenhagen. There was indeed no intermission, and as far as my feelings are concerned, there won’t be one for…