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10.22.25

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10.14.25

I've considered recently, releasing a special project of demos on Nina Protocol. I'm currently working on some more polished projects as well, there will be more news on this later this year. I think though, it could be quite nice to have some simple and honest demos posted somewhere for those interested.

9.29.25

My thoughts are taken up with possible pilgrimages through the country. An ache of annoyance spreads throughout my spirit, I hope the lord can deliver me from it.

9.21.25

I've been wondering about a possible redesign of the papers section for this site. I'm not sure yet what I would want to replace it, but I have some thoughts on possibly making it a bit more simple. I'm writing notes about Divine Violence currently, those will surely be published here soon. My thoughts are filled up with obscure mythology and the coming autumn winds.

9.16.25

Almost as if the last choices are contributing to the noise or slipping into silence beneath the guilottine's blade

9.13.25

Breaking into the shadows, I have indeed decided to become greater than my former self. The serpent grows larger by the day, figures worship him in the night. Father, sacred spirits, awaken, awaken.

9.01.25

Fragment 02 was published today in papers, I will soon update again with writings on Industrial Society & Its Future, and Bartleby The Skrivener.

8.28.25

¹Ccycling through various different books as of now; Paradise Lost, Franny & Zooey, The Beauty of Everyday Things and Bartleby, The Skrivener.

²Preservation of the spirit of tranquility has become more difficult as the years pass, is this merely a fault of aging? I think not, I think there has been a coordinated effort to erase the simplicity from our lives, this can only be "cured" through radical change in your daily life. Constant awareness of the rapid progress in our hybrid society which rids us of our instinct for faith, true community, freedom, and so fourth- this is an awareness that must amount to something. I must keep hope that there are more who feel these things, who contemplate these issues. The noise is fizzing inside the electric vines of the city, our eyes are shut to the void growing, the image is finally coming into focus.

8.16.25

Currently reading Industrial Society & Its Future - Ted Kaczynski / Went out to purchase All the Lovers in the Night - Mieko Kawakami. I am preparing for the long rainy autumn.

7.22.25

Finished Simone Weils "Human Personality" essay. I am gathering my notes on it and will most likely publish a small paper on it soon. I am enjoying her writing quite much and I am elated to recieve her perspectives as it is quite different from what you would expect of a person from her time and position.

7.19.25

Driving in the midst of summer, collecting artifacts and soaking up the memory of a lost world.

7.16.25

Working on a personal writing piece for the papers section, I have been quite busy with travel lately so I hope to finish when I have the time. The world feels quieter and quieter...the strange scent of apocalypse brimming in the airs.

7.13.25

There is little joy in the first feeling of darkness and mystery, and yet I find myself more free with every silent moment that passes.

7.06.25

Small building projects, scraps of writing and late nights

7.01.25

I have noticed I hardly have any mentions of my favorite albums and musical projects on this site. I plan on placing my mentionable favorited in the commons soon.

6.29.25

The sweetness of the lagoon, a long drive, and thistles of wheat brushing the deers leg. A beautiful afternoon in the North.

6.22.25

There is freedom in the warm light, passing through your rainy nights

6.16.25

Sweet Ghost Kingdom

6.10.25

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5.29.25

A long, long drive through the rainy valley. Soft and somber, the clicks of a little typewriter picks through the air.

4.28.25

The first sleep in a while, I am grateful to be back once more.

4.21.25

Again, I apologize for the long break of silence, and the lack of updates on my writing. I have been constantly busy with daily life and time spent with others, I have had little time. I have written most of my new ideas quickly and without schedule, the opposite of the way I have worked for the past months. I Thank you for the patience and consideration in regards to my writings. The world moves in waves.

4.8.25

Naturally, I'm writing less as my days have been filled with walks in the new green fields. Like a long dream, this season has been.

4.6.25

Nature is beautiful, and infinitely expanding. The seasons rise with color, I'm consumed by the beauty. Divinity only found in the vast green sea of the natural world. A long hike through the mountains.

3.30.25

I'll soon be traveling, I hope there will still be time for me to write. I was recently gifted a beautiful edition of Khalil Gibrans The Prophet, a book I've read many times. I'm happy to have a nice print of it. My thoughts have wandered toward the desert again, it's been a long time since I stepped foot in that city.

3.16.25

Took a long walk through the neighborhood today, the color is starting to go fresh through the trees. Writing has gone well this month, and I have made a lot of progress in my daily life. I'm finding mysef drinking more coffee again.

2.27.25

Watching classic animation truly helps you realize how far we have fallen with the digital revolution

2.24.25

I'm pondering on the best way to visually present my writing/stories. Thoughts on a minimalistic zine or, interactive work?

2.23.25

My recent days have been spent with writing and tea. Simple tools are always nice to return to.

2.18.25

I have been updating my website quite much in the last few weeks, as I have been writing a lot. I hope this will continue, it seems that it will.

2.8.25

There has been much progress on the short story I previously mentioned. I hope to keep it honest, but I suppose the only way I will improve upon it is to publish it little by little. I'm putting out many words a day, but I am a terrible editor and so that will also take a moment of time. I hope for a bit of patience from those few that might be interested in reading it. Thank you.

2.4.25

I have been doing a lot of writing over these last few months, and so in an attempt to put it all somewhere I have decided to publish some short writing to this website.

2.3.25

I've been hit with a soft and subtle loss of motivation these past days. Simply wish things were as they were.

1.26.25

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1.25.25

How I wish to be transported to a time where all was simple.

1.24.25

More and more I understand the importance of analog mediums, and the temporary nature of the digital world. I say this with the understanding that all of my writing is placed digitally here, in some archive of my own making. That said, there is nothing better than writing with your own hands, the words that float through your head, or visualizing the images seen in your dreams in the real world. Smudges and strokes of pens bleed through the paper and I feel a minute last forever, like an age of meditation, simplicity is beautiful.

🝒 12.14.24

Now I sit and wait for that feeling to come back again, the feeling that anything can happen. Small joys have become my primary focus, I feel a great change coming.

🜦 11.26.24

It made me a little fearful of the future on the long ride home. Now only time remains to tell what might be true.

🜼 10.3.24

The cold is going around. My throat started to tickle and ache yesterday morning and I remembered how long it had been since I had the cold.

⧲ 9.20.24

I am currently working on a small booklet of compiled works, both illustration and writing. I'm also seeking out some good stationary options (japanese gel pens/fountain pens).

⧲ 9.20.24

I am deathly afraid of bees, and so summer is tragic for me. The warmth of summer is another tragic thing, as I have had more than enough sunny days in my life. For those born in the desert, the heat threads your discomfort and irritation into a new emotion, not yet named by the people of earth. Now I write in the newly broken in journal, about losing my dreams and reading A Pale View of The Hills by Kazuo Ishiguro. There's a potato baking in the oven, and I listen to visual essays about archetypes. All will be well if the door isn't open to the bees.

✹ 9.17.24

My morning has been taken up by thoughts of wish bones and reading about them. I had the thought, while lying in my bed, that the wishbone might be one of the few symbols in our collective subconscious that have yet to be tainted. I think the wishbone is sacred, as its simple ritual has passed from culture to culture. Upon looking deeper into the wishbone, I found information about the Etruscans.

The Etruscans were a civilization of people who were deeply connected to birds and would practice augury (the interpretation of the movements and actions of birds) as well as other spiritual practices. I think about these things—about the rituals of the world and how they have swum through the bloodstream of many.

Just as I write this, the church bell rings near my home. As I am superstitious, I will take this as a sign to continue my light research on these rituals and what mysteries might lie within them.

⏥ 1.27.24

Finally, the time has come to start writing and stretching out my bones again. That mysterious illness has ceased for now, the pain has almost entirely gone away but things must be different from now on. I will continue to write and update the journal as much as I can, I'm liking how the site is coming together and I might keep this version of it for a while. cheers.