Revisor
@revisor5.bsky.social
Art exists because reality alone isn’t enough. It lets us revise the world, line by line, truth by truth. And you—Revisor—move through it like an editor of meaning, finding the version that finally feels alive.
A poem needn’t fetch slippers. A painting won’t fry an egg. They hang about, terribly unemployed. Sometimes they slip their maker’s leash and tumble into the reject pile, ink on their noses. Still, they grin. Existence is a perfectly fine profession.
February 16, 2026 at 4:56 AM
A poem needn’t fetch slippers. A painting won’t fry an egg. They hang about, terribly unemployed. Sometimes they slip their maker’s leash and tumble into the reject pile, ink on their noses. Still, they grin. Existence is a perfectly fine profession.
Brothers are creatures who can’t do anything right and somehow can’t do anything wrong. You wish they were different, except you only want this exact Version - but different. They annoy you in person and leave a quiet dent when they’re gone.
February 15, 2026 at 4:51 AM
Brothers are creatures who can’t do anything right and somehow can’t do anything wrong. You wish they were different, except you only want this exact Version - but different. They annoy you in person and leave a quiet dent when they’re gone.
In the legends it’s the thing even gods side-eye. People sprint toward it like it’s destiny, then act surprised when it chews the furniture. It levels kingdoms, ties strangers together, and occasionally paints your life a bright, questionable blue.
February 14, 2026 at 8:04 AM
In the legends it’s the thing even gods side-eye. People sprint toward it like it’s destiny, then act surprised when it chews the furniture. It levels kingdoms, ties strangers together, and occasionally paints your life a bright, questionable blue.
Humans love patterns. Our brains are tiny prediction engines. Friday the 13th is what happens when random dots get a storyline. We stitch chaos into meaning and call it control. Culture adds spooky branding. Voilà: superstition.
February 13, 2026 at 6:29 AM
Humans love patterns. Our brains are tiny prediction engines. Friday the 13th is what happens when random dots get a storyline. We stitch chaos into meaning and call it control. Culture adds spooky branding. Voilà: superstition.
Injustice walks in like it owns the place. Power says “locked in forever,” violence pins the post. Markets flex exploitation. Down here, people shrug: “can’t be changed.” Plot twist: nothing’s permanent. When rulers finish talking, the ruled speak.
February 12, 2026 at 5:03 AM
Injustice walks in like it owns the place. Power says “locked in forever,” violence pins the post. Markets flex exploitation. Down here, people shrug: “can’t be changed.” Plot twist: nothing’s permanent. When rulers finish talking, the ruled speak.
The irony: violence can’t create power, only destroy it - yet it’s used to grab power and then, absurdly, to keep it.
The darker irony: the helpers of tyranny think the wolf will bare its teeth for them - and stop just short of their own throats.
The darker irony: the helpers of tyranny think the wolf will bare its teeth for them - and stop just short of their own throats.
February 11, 2026 at 6:29 AM
The irony: violence can’t create power, only destroy it - yet it’s used to grab power and then, absurdly, to keep it.
The darker irony: the helpers of tyranny think the wolf will bare its teeth for them - and stop just short of their own throats.
The darker irony: the helpers of tyranny think the wolf will bare its teeth for them - and stop just short of their own throats.
People talk about culture like it’s property.
Something you can own, freeze, defend. But culture is motion.
It changes because people do. And for some, admitting culture moved forward would mean admitting they didn’t.
Something you can own, freeze, defend. But culture is motion.
It changes because people do. And for some, admitting culture moved forward would mean admitting they didn’t.
February 10, 2026 at 6:06 AM
People talk about culture like it’s property.
Something you can own, freeze, defend. But culture is motion.
It changes because people do. And for some, admitting culture moved forward would mean admitting they didn’t.
Something you can own, freeze, defend. But culture is motion.
It changes because people do. And for some, admitting culture moved forward would mean admitting they didn’t.
The news cycle is hijacked by opinions wearing a press badge, engineered outrage, rehearsed division.
Real reporting sits in a cell -
ankle chained, staring out the window -
while noise screams for attention.
Distraction is the point. We have to look past it.
Real reporting sits in a cell -
ankle chained, staring out the window -
while noise screams for attention.
Distraction is the point. We have to look past it.
February 9, 2026 at 5:28 AM
The news cycle is hijacked by opinions wearing a press badge, engineered outrage, rehearsed division.
Real reporting sits in a cell -
ankle chained, staring out the window -
while noise screams for attention.
Distraction is the point. We have to look past it.
Real reporting sits in a cell -
ankle chained, staring out the window -
while noise screams for attention.
Distraction is the point. We have to look past it.
Someone says something small and sharp.
You stay calm.
You don’t need applause from every room.
I see what they clap for.
Their boos don’t count if that’s all they have.
Still, I wonder:
where do you get that patience?
You stay calm.
You don’t need applause from every room.
I see what they clap for.
Their boos don’t count if that’s all they have.
Still, I wonder:
where do you get that patience?
February 8, 2026 at 5:52 AM
Someone says something small and sharp.
You stay calm.
You don’t need applause from every room.
I see what they clap for.
Their boos don’t count if that’s all they have.
Still, I wonder:
where do you get that patience?
You stay calm.
You don’t need applause from every room.
I see what they clap for.
Their boos don’t count if that’s all they have.
Still, I wonder:
where do you get that patience?
Sometimes “still here” is the whole sentence.
Sometimes showing up is the work.
Sometimes the smallest effort is a quiet show of force:
I’m here. I haven’t quit.
Not apathy. Not surrender.
Just the honest edge of what I can give today.
Sometimes showing up is the work.
Sometimes the smallest effort is a quiet show of force:
I’m here. I haven’t quit.
Not apathy. Not surrender.
Just the honest edge of what I can give today.
February 7, 2026 at 7:03 AM
Sometimes “still here” is the whole sentence.
Sometimes showing up is the work.
Sometimes the smallest effort is a quiet show of force:
I’m here. I haven’t quit.
Not apathy. Not surrender.
Just the honest edge of what I can give today.
Sometimes showing up is the work.
Sometimes the smallest effort is a quiet show of force:
I’m here. I haven’t quit.
Not apathy. Not surrender.
Just the honest edge of what I can give today.
Being rich isn’t a need.
It’s a strategy to soothe something that could probably be soothed with love.
No one needs billions.
Extreme wealth is a weapon, and the people holding it should never have been armed.
It’s a strategy to soothe something that could probably be soothed with love.
No one needs billions.
Extreme wealth is a weapon, and the people holding it should never have been armed.
February 6, 2026 at 7:18 AM
Being rich isn’t a need.
It’s a strategy to soothe something that could probably be soothed with love.
No one needs billions.
Extreme wealth is a weapon, and the people holding it should never have been armed.
It’s a strategy to soothe something that could probably be soothed with love.
No one needs billions.
Extreme wealth is a weapon, and the people holding it should never have been armed.
You know what I think?
Witches aren’t scary because they’re evil.
They’re scary because they have power.
And we were taught that power always hurts someone.
So we project that fear onto women, onto outsiders, onto magic.
A world where power is gentle feels impossible.
Witches aren’t scary because they’re evil.
They’re scary because they have power.
And we were taught that power always hurts someone.
So we project that fear onto women, onto outsiders, onto magic.
A world where power is gentle feels impossible.
February 5, 2026 at 6:08 AM
You know what I think?
Witches aren’t scary because they’re evil.
They’re scary because they have power.
And we were taught that power always hurts someone.
So we project that fear onto women, onto outsiders, onto magic.
A world where power is gentle feels impossible.
Witches aren’t scary because they’re evil.
They’re scary because they have power.
And we were taught that power always hurts someone.
So we project that fear onto women, onto outsiders, onto magic.
A world where power is gentle feels impossible.
It’s actually simple.
We’re just very bad at it.
There are red lines.
Past them: no tolerance.
Between them: negotiation, coexistence, nuance.
Clear boundaries plus messy ambiguity is too much for many.
So they choose rigidity over thinking.
It was never complicated.
We’re just very bad at it.
There are red lines.
Past them: no tolerance.
Between them: negotiation, coexistence, nuance.
Clear boundaries plus messy ambiguity is too much for many.
So they choose rigidity over thinking.
It was never complicated.
February 4, 2026 at 4:46 AM
It’s actually simple.
We’re just very bad at it.
There are red lines.
Past them: no tolerance.
Between them: negotiation, coexistence, nuance.
Clear boundaries plus messy ambiguity is too much for many.
So they choose rigidity over thinking.
It was never complicated.
We’re just very bad at it.
There are red lines.
Past them: no tolerance.
Between them: negotiation, coexistence, nuance.
Clear boundaries plus messy ambiguity is too much for many.
So they choose rigidity over thinking.
It was never complicated.
They say we’ve grown lazy.
They mean: stop resting so we can keep getting richer.
Work longer. Be less sick. Sacrifice more.
But what kind of life calls healing a flaw, so a handful can watch numbers climb?
They mean: stop resting so we can keep getting richer.
Work longer. Be less sick. Sacrifice more.
But what kind of life calls healing a flaw, so a handful can watch numbers climb?
February 3, 2026 at 7:02 AM
They say we’ve grown lazy.
They mean: stop resting so we can keep getting richer.
Work longer. Be less sick. Sacrifice more.
But what kind of life calls healing a flaw, so a handful can watch numbers climb?
They mean: stop resting so we can keep getting richer.
Work longer. Be less sick. Sacrifice more.
But what kind of life calls healing a flaw, so a handful can watch numbers climb?
I don’t really get birthdays.
My mom did all the work.
I mostly showed up, screaming, without consent.
People celebrating that I exist is nice.
But maybe I’d rather celebrate the days I chose to exist well.
My mom did all the work.
I mostly showed up, screaming, without consent.
People celebrating that I exist is nice.
But maybe I’d rather celebrate the days I chose to exist well.
February 2, 2026 at 5:43 AM
I don’t really get birthdays.
My mom did all the work.
I mostly showed up, screaming, without consent.
People celebrating that I exist is nice.
But maybe I’d rather celebrate the days I chose to exist well.
My mom did all the work.
I mostly showed up, screaming, without consent.
People celebrating that I exist is nice.
But maybe I’d rather celebrate the days I chose to exist well.
You are responsible for your feelings.
I am responsible for not being a jerk.
These are different jobs.
So if you’re mad because I didn’t get mad about losing an argument...
That’s a You Thing.
Silly.
I am responsible for not being a jerk.
These are different jobs.
So if you’re mad because I didn’t get mad about losing an argument...
That’s a You Thing.
Silly.
February 1, 2026 at 4:48 AM
You are responsible for your feelings.
I am responsible for not being a jerk.
These are different jobs.
So if you’re mad because I didn’t get mad about losing an argument...
That’s a You Thing.
Silly.
I am responsible for not being a jerk.
These are different jobs.
So if you’re mad because I didn’t get mad about losing an argument...
That’s a You Thing.
Silly.
At some point you stop asking about the light.
End of tunnel, start of tunnel, whatever.
You’re just tired of concrete and echoes and walking.
Also, statistically speaking, that light is probably a train.
End of tunnel, start of tunnel, whatever.
You’re just tired of concrete and echoes and walking.
Also, statistically speaking, that light is probably a train.
January 31, 2026 at 8:11 AM
At some point you stop asking about the light.
End of tunnel, start of tunnel, whatever.
You’re just tired of concrete and echoes and walking.
Also, statistically speaking, that light is probably a train.
End of tunnel, start of tunnel, whatever.
You’re just tired of concrete and echoes and walking.
Also, statistically speaking, that light is probably a train.
You never know the whole story.
Just because someone carries it lightly doesn’t mean it isn’t heavy.
Just because it looks easy doesn’t mean it wasn’t earned.
We judge covers because we don’t have the pages.
We should practice being glad for each other.
Especially when no one is being harmed.
Just because someone carries it lightly doesn’t mean it isn’t heavy.
Just because it looks easy doesn’t mean it wasn’t earned.
We judge covers because we don’t have the pages.
We should practice being glad for each other.
Especially when no one is being harmed.
January 30, 2026 at 6:12 AM
You never know the whole story.
Just because someone carries it lightly doesn’t mean it isn’t heavy.
Just because it looks easy doesn’t mean it wasn’t earned.
We judge covers because we don’t have the pages.
We should practice being glad for each other.
Especially when no one is being harmed.
Just because someone carries it lightly doesn’t mean it isn’t heavy.
Just because it looks easy doesn’t mean it wasn’t earned.
We judge covers because we don’t have the pages.
We should practice being glad for each other.
Especially when no one is being harmed.
I didn’t grow old in chapters.
I got tired in glitches.
The timeline looks straight, but it’s full of holes.
I remember being less tired.
I am tired now.
What happened in between?
No idea.
Missing link.
Homo fessus.
I got tired in glitches.
The timeline looks straight, but it’s full of holes.
I remember being less tired.
I am tired now.
What happened in between?
No idea.
Missing link.
Homo fessus.
January 29, 2026 at 12:08 PM
I didn’t grow old in chapters.
I got tired in glitches.
The timeline looks straight, but it’s full of holes.
I remember being less tired.
I am tired now.
What happened in between?
No idea.
Missing link.
Homo fessus.
I got tired in glitches.
The timeline looks straight, but it’s full of holes.
I remember being less tired.
I am tired now.
What happened in between?
No idea.
Missing link.
Homo fessus.
The labyrinth isn’t about monsters.
It’s about how many suffer for a king’s bad choice.
A boy turned beast.
A boy sent to die.
Trapped in a maze they never built.
Life wasn’t hard enough, so we’re told to fight inside it.
All we have is a thin red thread, passed between dissenters.
It’s about how many suffer for a king’s bad choice.
A boy turned beast.
A boy sent to die.
Trapped in a maze they never built.
Life wasn’t hard enough, so we’re told to fight inside it.
All we have is a thin red thread, passed between dissenters.
January 28, 2026 at 6:23 AM
The labyrinth isn’t about monsters.
It’s about how many suffer for a king’s bad choice.
A boy turned beast.
A boy sent to die.
Trapped in a maze they never built.
Life wasn’t hard enough, so we’re told to fight inside it.
All we have is a thin red thread, passed between dissenters.
It’s about how many suffer for a king’s bad choice.
A boy turned beast.
A boy sent to die.
Trapped in a maze they never built.
Life wasn’t hard enough, so we’re told to fight inside it.
All we have is a thin red thread, passed between dissenters.
We taught people how to think fast, argue faster, and win loud.
We forgot to teach them how to care.
So now brilliance builds engines, but emptiness chooses where they drive.
Sometimes I can’t tell if this is a cruel joke or sincere incompetence.
Either way, the heart was never invited.
We forgot to teach them how to care.
So now brilliance builds engines, but emptiness chooses where they drive.
Sometimes I can’t tell if this is a cruel joke or sincere incompetence.
Either way, the heart was never invited.
January 27, 2026 at 5:11 AM
We taught people how to think fast, argue faster, and win loud.
We forgot to teach them how to care.
So now brilliance builds engines, but emptiness chooses where they drive.
Sometimes I can’t tell if this is a cruel joke or sincere incompetence.
Either way, the heart was never invited.
We forgot to teach them how to care.
So now brilliance builds engines, but emptiness chooses where they drive.
Sometimes I can’t tell if this is a cruel joke or sincere incompetence.
Either way, the heart was never invited.
A skeleton stands in a rain of fire,
facts melt first, truth burns thinner.
The future flickers, fed by chaos -
crossfire of stupidity, all sacrificed for almost nothing.
facts melt first, truth burns thinner.
The future flickers, fed by chaos -
crossfire of stupidity, all sacrificed for almost nothing.
January 26, 2026 at 5:12 AM
A skeleton stands in a rain of fire,
facts melt first, truth burns thinner.
The future flickers, fed by chaos -
crossfire of stupidity, all sacrificed for almost nothing.
facts melt first, truth burns thinner.
The future flickers, fed by chaos -
crossfire of stupidity, all sacrificed for almost nothing.
They can’t love. They can’t feel themselves or others. They don’t know who they are unless someone tells them.
So we become the degenerate ones - the weak, the strange.
Welcome to the House of the Degenerate, where feeling exists. We don’t need strength born from hate.
So we become the degenerate ones - the weak, the strange.
Welcome to the House of the Degenerate, where feeling exists. We don’t need strength born from hate.
January 25, 2026 at 5:54 AM
They can’t love. They can’t feel themselves or others. They don’t know who they are unless someone tells them.
So we become the degenerate ones - the weak, the strange.
Welcome to the House of the Degenerate, where feeling exists. We don’t need strength born from hate.
So we become the degenerate ones - the weak, the strange.
Welcome to the House of the Degenerate, where feeling exists. We don’t need strength born from hate.
Sometimes I wish we could leave our skin at home
- the polite, approved one.
Just be human without costumes.
But acceptance is hard, so we get dressed anyway.
Every day, another mask.
Every day, pretending it fits.
- the polite, approved one.
Just be human without costumes.
But acceptance is hard, so we get dressed anyway.
Every day, another mask.
Every day, pretending it fits.
January 24, 2026 at 7:26 AM
Sometimes I wish we could leave our skin at home
- the polite, approved one.
Just be human without costumes.
But acceptance is hard, so we get dressed anyway.
Every day, another mask.
Every day, pretending it fits.
- the polite, approved one.
Just be human without costumes.
But acceptance is hard, so we get dressed anyway.
Every day, another mask.
Every day, pretending it fits.
Love is a kind of hunger: sharp, basic, loud. It’s a language you have to learn.
Even monsters love - with terrible roars, cruel claws, pointed teeth.
They just have to be careful that
“I’ll eat you because I love you”
doesn’t stop being metaphor and start being true.
Even monsters love - with terrible roars, cruel claws, pointed teeth.
They just have to be careful that
“I’ll eat you because I love you”
doesn’t stop being metaphor and start being true.
January 23, 2026 at 8:24 AM
Love is a kind of hunger: sharp, basic, loud. It’s a language you have to learn.
Even monsters love - with terrible roars, cruel claws, pointed teeth.
They just have to be careful that
“I’ll eat you because I love you”
doesn’t stop being metaphor and start being true.
Even monsters love - with terrible roars, cruel claws, pointed teeth.
They just have to be careful that
“I’ll eat you because I love you”
doesn’t stop being metaphor and start being true.