One thought too manyGravity, grace, and the spreadsheet
“Whatever happened in me when I broke the plan happened next to a spreadsheet.”
We are not fixed points, but rivers — constantly moving, reshaping our banks, carrying sediment from distant sources.
“Whatever happened in me when I broke the plan happened next to a spreadsheet.”
Keep a line and it stays here, with a way back to its words
Select any words to keep them
One letter a month
You have read the whole path
“With the right amount of god complex, the desire to become human must be present.”
“I am afraid of not having to want anything.”
“I am hungry for interpretation because I haven't expressed anything in years.”
“Words do not answer a loss. They only move the weight of the absence somewhere I can carry it.”
“We have blurred the existence of the heavens with the smoke and steam of progress.”
“I check the mirrors: my reflection shifts between prisoner and guard.”
“The hand that reaches for a cup has never said the word ‘cup’.”
“The type of failure I am feeling now is an empathy towards humanity as my own kind.”
“I am hungry for interpretation because I haven't expressed anything in years.”
“Grief is bound to a single loss and cannot be lent.”
“I cannot always drag a corpse to my body for sentimentality and a sense of familiar comfort.”
“I am here (and I am there), incomplete and complemented by this void that incompletes me.”
“Nowadays, everyone just assumes that everyone is expressing a point that should be taken seriously.”
“With the right amount of god complex, the desire to become human must be present.”
“I am afraid of not having to want anything.”
One-takes. Unfiltered and unedited spur-of-the-moment writing.
Things I have been wondering about.
Daily logs of life events. Thoughts of a moment in a day.
Happenings in life and other aspects of my surroundings that have spurred a thought or an idea.
Pieces more on the creative side, which will be in a form that I have no name for, or refused to name.