With sensitive enough instruments even uprooting a shrub becomes a seismic event. So much of living is about understanding scale—a tiny crystal dropped in a river turns the entire river red.
January 18, 2026 at 2:44 PM
With sensitive enough instruments even uprooting a shrub becomes a seismic event. So much of living is about understanding scale—a tiny crystal dropped in a river turns the entire river red.
I hold my breath. The boat I am building will never be done.
January 18, 2026 at 11:43 AM
I hold my breath. The boat I am building will never be done.
Circles of solitude exist, just like circles of dreams and waking, just like the circles of hell.
January 18, 2026 at 8:42 AM
Circles of solitude exist, just like circles of dreams and waking, just like the circles of hell.
we'll never be those kids again
January 18, 2026 at 5:41 AM
we'll never be those kids again
I'm surrounded by written characters that I can't interpret, I'm illiterate through and through.
January 18, 2026 at 2:40 AM
I'm surrounded by written characters that I can't interpret, I'm illiterate through and through.
We could never have loved the earth so well if we had had no childhood in it, if it were not the earth where the same flowers come up again every spring that we used to gather with our tiny fingers.
January 17, 2026 at 11:40 PM
We could never have loved the earth so well if we had had no childhood in it, if it were not the earth where the same flowers come up again every spring that we used to gather with our tiny fingers.
i am not a slow learner, i am a quick forgetter. if you teach me something beautiful i will name it quickly before it floats away.
January 17, 2026 at 8:40 PM
i am not a slow learner, i am a quick forgetter. if you teach me something beautiful i will name it quickly before it floats away.
You are my moment. This moment. You are what is burning my blood right now.
January 17, 2026 at 5:39 PM
You are my moment. This moment. You are what is burning my blood right now.
I keep noticing so many people aren’t happy, and it’s been making me feel sick. I keep looking at everyone and thinking, Oh my God, I just want them to smile. I keep staring at people’s mouths. Do you know what I mean? I keep thinking, Oh my God, I just wish you were smiling—
January 17, 2026 at 2:37 PM
I keep noticing so many people aren’t happy, and it’s been making me feel sick. I keep looking at everyone and thinking, Oh my God, I just want them to smile. I keep staring at people’s mouths. Do you know what I mean? I keep thinking, Oh my God, I just wish you were smiling—
“No one has anything to get up for. Life's pointless and everyone just gets up anyway. That's how the human race works,” she says, and hands me a coffee.
January 17, 2026 at 11:34 AM
“No one has anything to get up for. Life's pointless and everyone just gets up anyway. That's how the human race works,” she says, and hands me a coffee.
Will I ever even know when my work is done? I’m almost ready to show you the mess I’ve made.
January 17, 2026 at 8:34 AM
Will I ever even know when my work is done? I’m almost ready to show you the mess I’ve made.
I am thinking about how these have always been my hands. I was born with them. I used these to hold bottles, blocks, crayons. Everything I have ever eaten. Every book I have ever read. I will never have any other hands but these.
January 17, 2026 at 5:33 AM
I am thinking about how these have always been my hands. I was born with them. I used these to hold bottles, blocks, crayons. Everything I have ever eaten. Every book I have ever read. I will never have any other hands but these.
My dead always surround me. I walk in an invisible crowd.
January 17, 2026 at 2:32 AM
My dead always surround me. I walk in an invisible crowd.
I sit on the floor and read over the poem. I hear it in Henry's voice. I think strange things as I read. How this copy of the book holds the memory of that night with Henry—and it holds the memories of E and F and countless other people, I suppose.
January 16, 2026 at 11:32 PM
I sit on the floor and read over the poem. I hear it in Henry's voice. I think strange things as I read. How this copy of the book holds the memory of that night with Henry—and it holds the memories of E and F and countless other people, I suppose.
It was you who taught me that if a man stands in silence for long enough eventually only the silence remains.
January 16, 2026 at 8:31 PM
It was you who taught me that if a man stands in silence for long enough eventually only the silence remains.
The real world doesn’t care about our spiritual conditions, just asks that we be well enough to smile at its clamor.
January 16, 2026 at 5:30 PM
The real world doesn’t care about our spiritual conditions, just asks that we be well enough to smile at its clamor.
it is not God but the flower behind God i treasure.
January 16, 2026 at 2:27 PM
it is not God but the flower behind God i treasure.
The desire to help others is a kind of symmetry, an eccentricity of our species like blushing, gold teeth, and life after children.
January 16, 2026 at 11:27 AM
The desire to help others is a kind of symmetry, an eccentricity of our species like blushing, gold teeth, and life after children.
The things I’ve thought I’ve loved could sink an ocean liner, and likely would if given the chance.
January 16, 2026 at 8:26 AM
The things I’ve thought I’ve loved could sink an ocean liner, and likely would if given the chance.
The rain is string for wrapping a package no one knows the inside of, they just keep trying to mail it. Perhaps it is licorice. Perhaps it is kindness.
January 16, 2026 at 5:25 AM
The rain is string for wrapping a package no one knows the inside of, they just keep trying to mail it. Perhaps it is licorice. Perhaps it is kindness.
Circles of solitude exist, just like circles of dreams and waking, just like the circles of hell.
January 16, 2026 at 2:25 AM
Circles of solitude exist, just like circles of dreams and waking, just like the circles of hell.
The fact that I’m able to carry myself through life without being crushed beneath the psychological weight of being alive proves that I’m a con artist. Aren’t we all con artists?
January 15, 2026 at 11:24 PM
The fact that I’m able to carry myself through life without being crushed beneath the psychological weight of being alive proves that I’m a con artist. Aren’t we all con artists?
How to remain grounded when I am always filled with sky?
January 15, 2026 at 8:23 PM
How to remain grounded when I am always filled with sky?
The sun set. The stars rose. (They are a rose, right? Or something? Dante said that.) I realized that as my ears grew used to the silence, I could still hear the others: Our chatter swarmed the heavens; our voices echoed from the stars.
January 15, 2026 at 5:22 PM
The sun set. The stars rose. (They are a rose, right? Or something? Dante said that.) I realized that as my ears grew used to the silence, I could still hear the others: Our chatter swarmed the heavens; our voices echoed from the stars.
“I’m not myself,” she offered, guilty.
He smiled. “You can never say that. You’re just a piece of yourself right now that you don’t like.”
He smiled. “You can never say that. You’re just a piece of yourself right now that you don’t like.”
January 15, 2026 at 2:21 PM
“I’m not myself,” she offered, guilty.
He smiled. “You can never say that. You’re just a piece of yourself right now that you don’t like.”
He smiled. “You can never say that. You’re just a piece of yourself right now that you don’t like.”