Eli Mariner
@elimariner.bsky.social
Writing under a pseudonym.
The work is the point.
The work is the point.
I didn’t need her to see me. I just needed to be near her.
I was eight, on a beach that felt wrong to my body. When she appeared, everything went still. When she left, the world thinned. I learned that wanting could be quiet—and still rearrange everything.
I was eight, on a beach that felt wrong to my body. When she appeared, everything went still. When she left, the world thinned. I learned that wanting could be quiet—and still rearrange everything.
February 8, 2026 at 8:10 AM
I didn’t need her to see me. I just needed to be near her.
I was eight, on a beach that felt wrong to my body. When she appeared, everything went still. When she left, the world thinned. I learned that wanting could be quiet—and still rearrange everything.
I was eight, on a beach that felt wrong to my body. When she appeared, everything went still. When she left, the world thinned. I learned that wanting could be quiet—and still rearrange everything.
I’m not interested in clarity if it protects institutions.
February 7, 2026 at 10:07 PM
I’m not interested in clarity if it protects institutions.