whenever people ask why i moved to minnesota with no connections im just like i dont think people should be allowed to kill themselves until they’ve gone to the ends of the earth. obviously the joy im meant for lives elsewhere
Memory is the seamstress, and a capricious one at that. Memory runs her needle in and out, up and down, hither and thither. We know not what comes next, or what follows after.
- Virginia Woolf
Every Time I Ever Said I Wanted to Die by Andrea Gibson
Grief Astronomer
I avoid conversations on poetics here — past my academic life and the older I become and more I live I begin to think poetry is simply an individual’s song of survival — to keep us tethered to the earth
grief has hammered me into a specific shape & i’m slowly remembering all the things i used to do when i was capable of other shapes, versions of me that hadn’t experienced so much change so quickly. it’s like regrowing phantom limbs, a familiar stretch i didn’t know i’d forgotten
really loving someone is like having your heart walking around outside of your body doing whatever it likes. how can that not precipitate some degree of terror lol
Finally https://t.co/5CdDmeuJ3G OS is able to render a photobooth-inspired camera and also a piggy bank. A 10x engineer in London today helped me debug quite a few things
@polar_sh — can you help me get Apple Pay on this?