Soft Dirt
@softdirt.bsky.social
City N. Newspaper
Fictional reports from a place too soft to exist.
Love, dirt, loneliness.
We write what others bury.
Editor: watching.
Fictional reports from a place too soft to exist.
Love, dirt, loneliness.
We write what others bury.
Editor: watching.
Man Holds a Rooftop Date With Himself
A homeless man was seen on the roof of Building 7.
He lit candles, set the table, and invited himself to dinner.
“Sometimes I just want someone to listen,” he said, lifting a cup of instant coffee.
Some say the night ended… intimately.
We don’t judge
The Editor
A homeless man was seen on the roof of Building 7.
He lit candles, set the table, and invited himself to dinner.
“Sometimes I just want someone to listen,” he said, lifting a cup of instant coffee.
Some say the night ended… intimately.
We don’t judge
The Editor
June 30, 2025 at 3:27 PM
Man Holds a Rooftop Date With Himself
A homeless man was seen on the roof of Building 7.
He lit candles, set the table, and invited himself to dinner.
“Sometimes I just want someone to listen,” he said, lifting a cup of instant coffee.
Some say the night ended… intimately.
We don’t judge
The Editor
A homeless man was seen on the roof of Building 7.
He lit candles, set the table, and invited himself to dinner.
“Sometimes I just want someone to listen,” he said, lifting a cup of instant coffee.
Some say the night ended… intimately.
We don’t judge
The Editor
Welcome to our city.
Call it whatever you want — we just call it N.
We are the newspaper of City N.
If you’re strange, dirty, and alive — stay.
We promise honesty.
The Editor
Call it whatever you want — we just call it N.
We are the newspaper of City N.
If you’re strange, dirty, and alive — stay.
We promise honesty.
The Editor
June 20, 2025 at 3:03 PM
Welcome to our city.
Call it whatever you want — we just call it N.
We are the newspaper of City N.
If you’re strange, dirty, and alive — stay.
We promise honesty.
The Editor
Call it whatever you want — we just call it N.
We are the newspaper of City N.
If you’re strange, dirty, and alive — stay.
We promise honesty.
The Editor