shame corner

spitting shit out here, all my spaces are regenerating and it takes a long time. lots of change. my routines? doused. everything's hard nails in my head. interruption. grind to start grind to stop again. it's an angsty song about moving to what feels like the suburbs, a lesson in times shifty ways, im so tierd beacuse my systems manager was fired and the new guy freaking sucks. I feel very far from most important things right now, all the attention makes me feel very selfish and unmoored. wishing to feel like a fighter again, wishing to hold my convictions longer and harder.

2026 horse year

my social media replacement

new stuff gets added west and south

I don't want to play catch up here, letters have piled up, i have writing debt and im trying to figure out how to write about the pain of others and what it means to me to be entrusted with emergencies and the end parts of people's lives. there's the part where i am so angery at the system that leaves old and sick people without true care, and there's the part where truly existance is discomfort and all i can be is a witness. if there is no cure, how do you give someone dignity?