it is now the fifth month of thingchal26, a challenge for making things. with the collaboration of last month having gone so well, we are going to try to keep up that spirit with a new setting and story.
co-conspirators
this list is incomplete. you can help by expanding it.
themes
float
over/under
warp
storytelling!
this month we're going to be focusing on scene setting, character work, and dialogue. to do this we will develop a shared story with a set beginning (the last sea monster sighting) and ending (???). works in this project will be labeled with [𓆝].
debrief 02
here are some of my reflections on the april collaborative worldbuilding.
collective goals
we definitely achieved our goal of creating and participating in a challenge that was restrictive in a way that invited creativity. the rules for outlinks made the project excel at collaboration. it meant that every participant was reading each others works, and looking for a word or link that might spark their interest, or could be linked to something that was in progress. it led to many branching paths that became interconnected into a web over time.
an unofficial goal was to share something each day of april, collectively. this started on the 5th, ended around 21st. unfortunately this turned into somewhat of an end goal: it encouraged picking (and assigning) outlinks with low specified word counts, and discouraged multi-day writing.
personal motivation
personal motivation on this was pretty shaky. i definitely found myself leaning towards the shorter word counts just to be able to churn something out on days when no one else was going to write. sometimes i had one harder project on the back burner for multiple days (the poem, overgrowth incidents, the comic). the longest thing i wrote was 266 words. the balloon kind of cultivated resentment, especially during the week when i wrote every other day. i lost steam soon after that. there were a few moments where personal motivation felt bolstered by the rest of the group. this happened mainly at the start of the project, and then only a couple of times in the middle and end.
group cohesion
once the balloon was up in the air there was enthusiasm to keep going. the nature of the rules meant it was always exciting when someone uploaded, and people were almost required to be sparked by it. the sandbox created a group identity. this went hand in hand with the intimidation and gatekeeping from the perspective of those in the thingchal chat but not participating in writing. the collaborative worldbuilding definitely fractured the larger group into those that were participating and those who weren't.
the story
even if there wasn't a coherent story, i am really satisfied how everyone's works came together to construct the world. every detail added more, and each person added a new flavor creating something different from what any one person was imagining. some weeks we would chase a topic (the river religion, or launch point vermillion), which was fun. there are lots of lost plot threads, and ideas that were brought up once and never elaborated upon. even though there's much more open space for sandbox exploration, the issues with motivation and group cohesion makes it feel like it wouldn't be right to continue it. i could see us continuing a few months from now, but right now i'm happy to end it on a (mostly) good note.
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Issue 4: River / Rush
Big news!
it is the fourth month of thingchal26, a challenge for making things. this month will bring more collaboration: people's works intertwined with each other.
a scheme has been cooked up to collaborate on a worldbuilding project, let's see how it goes! the anchor sentence is skyscrapers covered in moss. the gist is that each person writes some sort of work (the typical work being a fictionalized wiki article). each of these works has two (or more) outlinks where the original author specifies a word count. this passes the ball to the next author who must write their work to fit that word count, as well as including the outlinks. at the end there'll be a ton of dead-ends, but also many many fun and creative new ideas. works in this project will be labeled with [𓆣].
concluding thoughts
been hard to connect what this page is to the broader project of "thingchal" which doesn't terribly exist at this point. but we've finally begun to create something greater than the sum of its parts.
timeblindness
I thought my time blindness problems were bad, but holy shit. My watchband broke and with it went any understanding of time. Forward backward, up down and I'm drowning in this damn river. I was never someone I would call a "good" pilot but any grace I had for the craft is totally gone now. And to add insult to injury, I lost the watch too. So now someone has to hold my hand all the time to get through linear time (and I have to keep checking my phone, which is also NOT great for one already so directionally challenged) till I can make it to Walmart to give Casio another 20 bucks.
[𓆣] Riparian prayer
To our mother, the river, whose waters feeds us and heals us. To our mother, the river, whose flowing stirs the clay that forms us (96 words). To our mother, the river, who faithfully returns to the ocean no matter where she begins. To our mother, the river, who reminds us that as we too spring from all sources, that we return to the same end (32 words). To our mother, the river, of perpetual change. To our mother, the river, of renewal and play (24 words). To our mother, the river, who brings movement to all life.
(We ask you, where do we go? How can we survive the green tide that overruns us?)
Last night- dicked around in the mall. Wasn't too tough to get through bc we actually remembered to bring the vine pliers with us this time. Once we got there we kinda just wandered to kill time since we didn't have anything to get from the hawkers (320 words). Ran into Jesse (64 words) (had a shift shoveling feather-moss (120 words) from the main walkway) so we headed back together.
Adult P. verdigris confirmed observed in survey regions 52.45. - 57.49., sample collected (136 words) in survey region 56.48. (montane level 02). Confirmation that this is indeed P. verdigris comes from releasing & geotagging five individuals upon emergence from pupa. In-situ genetic analysis (800 words) deemed infeasible.
Typical lepidopteran morphology (fig 1.), with small forewings and feathery hindwings (fig 2.). Unclear whether mouthparts are functional. If functional, hypothesized to have liquid diet.
Some symbiotic interactions with migratory giant slugs (240 words) observed, unclear if mutually beneficial. Adults appear to[according to whom?] prefer resting on patches that slugs have already traversed.[1]
[1]potential experiment: are the moths attracted to the slugs?
inhale for a big yell and instead the metal tube in front of your face goes BWAAAA ! this is the world's greatest joy, found by playing the world's greatest instrument: the trombone. the metallic aftertaste in your mouth, the pain in your wrist and tingling in your elbows, made worth it with the joyous power of BWAAAA !
this joy has been brought to you la murga by willie colon and blackbird special by dirty dozen brass band
[𓆣] Sporo's Cattail Crunch!
The creative culinary crouton-esque confusion of summer is BACK with Sporo's Cattail Crunch. They'll be callin you a moose the way this crazy crunchy-hot'll get you boilin (WOWZA!). It'll knock your moth-darn socks off! You'll be cracked clean off your gourd!
Enjoy a cattail chillin' at the crick with the crawdaddies or whenever you crave that scrumptious crunch! Everyone's sayin Sporo's got the crunchiest cattail this side a the river— and don't you forget it. You'll be continuously conveying these cattails right down your craw the way your canines are gonna be craving this crispiness.
Don't be a gormless gump (80 words) and settle for a snack that's just cromulent, take it to the cap! (YEAH!) Get yourself a snack that's completely crawsomesauce. Sporo's Cattail Crunch is at a corner store near you at YOUR convinience. It's the snack of the summer (396 words), Sporo's Cattail Crunch!
Sporo's Cattail Crunchwrap Supreme is NOT an authorized product. Any credible witness of any sale or distribution of a product named Sporo's Cattail Crunchwrap Supreme should be reported to Sporo's brand management department.
word count: 176
voiceover: ollie
parent: sample collection by ollie
pre-existing: riparian prayer by me
new: gormless gump (80), the summer (396)
spring again
It's spring again, which means the fiber arts and native plant gardening obsessions have cycled back into vogue. I have a big ambitious sewing project and a cross-stitch that I've been fantasizing about, at the expense of things that are almost done. Looking forward to choosing plants this season. There's one section of full sun that I want to make dense and visible. And a section of shade that I want to improve, just for me.
[𓆣] Overgrowth incidents at launch point Vermillion
Launch point Vermillion is located in a temperate rainforest climate, and has been experiencing exponential overgrowth incidents. The situation has been described by caretakers as "manageable". One local hawker commented "what the fuck ever, man", upon witnessing one such incident. Incidents typically involve fast-growing mosses in the Eeerie causing apparent displacement, however debris, biologic matter, and other natural infrastructure may be involved. The geobiological phenomenon has been likened to iceberg floes of yore by over-enthusiastic historical-geologists (96 words).
At Vermillion in particular, the exceptional qualities of eeries are put on display. Intersections between existing structures and the ecotectonic drift (144 words) have had little to no effect on the performance of the launchpoint. Structures may appear to shift or transform, and still perform nominally. While this may be expected to hold true for small movements, it has also held true more dramatic incidents. 12 days ago, at the 6th hour, one such ecotectonic shift led to a water pipe supplying the auxiliary dormitories (256 words) having an apparent 1.8m skyward displacement. The flow of water continues, minutely affected, though the aeration is +/-5% more variable. Other than that, the piping is functioning nominally. 3 days ago, at the 30th hour, the data cables leading to the primary laboratory were affected by an overgrowth incident, with an apparent 2.0m lateral displacement. Laboratory experiments have been paused to examine what, if any, changes this has led to in instrument measurement capabilities.
With these preliminary observations, overgrowth at launch point Vermillion is no cause for concern. Guidelines for the conservation of resource suggests a reduction of monitoring and observation is appropriate for the site.
word count: 56
parent: a river flows divided by ollie
pre-existing: riparian prayer by me
new: sweetsong (16), bloomsong (32)
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raaaaagh this took so long. to write. the fucking.... syncopated dactyl tetraameter situation i have going on was a nightmare. rhyme scheme became more boring than i originally wanted (ABCB kinda just morphed into ABAB). for like five days i couldn't get "forward, a motion / and so forth, a tide" out of my head but couldn't find more words for the offset rhythm. i ended up literally like making a wordbank categorized by vowel for scrounging for the right syllables. sad i didn't get to use "and gentle, it floats". ngl i dont even care what words mean anymore they just needed to sound right and more importantly fit the meter. this took like. 2 sheets of paper and a notepad. get away from MEEEE be released to the world.
debrief 01
Finished a medium-difficulty project yesterday, mending a pair of jeans for Cat using the scraps from my quilt. I liked the teal coral pattern being subtle enough, and later on I picked this gorgeous pale green thread from Olympus's Sashiko Awai-iro line (not sponsored, it's just really pleasant to work with) (and then shelled out for Olympus sashiko needles), and things got a lot easier once I bought a large embroidery hoop that could actually fit the entire hole. I bought a very nice bent wood embroidery hoop, and then promptly returned one to get a cheapo bamboo one that's extremely finnicky. If anyone wants to get me a nice embroidery hoop or pinking shears that I sadly did not get during the Joanns closing sale may her memory be a blessing, I would mend whatever clothes they wanted.
The process started pretty rough, despite the fact that I had darned jeans three or four times in the past. With this one, it was (1) going to be worn by someone other than myself and (2) going to have patches added on with more complex sashiko techniques than just lines. The first patch went on the largest hole, the left leg crotch area. This was particularly challenging because (1) i did not use cooperative thread and (2) i did not have an embroidery hoop large enough and (3) the patch would need nice finished edges since it was on the outside. In hindsight, this task would have been a lot easier if I could have ironed the garment. I lined the hole with embroidery floss to prevent further fraying. My process was to use white waxed cotton thread (bad idea!) to make the classic (+) signs you see in sashiko inspired mending. This did not go well because I couldn't maintain consistent tension for the life of me, was using thread meant for leatherworking, and could only work on it between 23hr and 26hr in the stolen moments interspered with the fear of failing all of my classes. Then I learned my folly and bought actual sashiko thread and it was so much nicer. I made these satisfying X shapes on the inside which turned into these doubled parallel lines for the border of the patch. Though it looks pretty, I have quite a few problems with how this mend turned out. Primarily, it's uncomfortable. I did this very haphazardly and tired and while I learned a lot, part of me wants to unpick everything and try again. But the holes from the stupid (+) signs will still be there. Annoyance.
Whenever I needed a break from that big patch, I would variously work on mending damage or reinforcing areas on the hems, mostly on the right leg. Did some wacky placements to be able to make the most of the most unsually shaped fabric scraps. I think it looks cute. As long as you don't look to closely at the inside. Helped Laur out with doing this on one of her own jeans, which annoyingly came pre-distressed from the store!
The other large patch was needed on the right crotch area. Instead, I wanted to do something I was already familiar with and patched it from the inside because (1) I needed an easy win at this point in my life and (2) My remaining scraps were very awkwardly shaped. For this one I used a water-based ink to draw myself a grid and used the thread to draw some (x)s in each corner to create the illusion that it's a square patch (it is not). Then I lined the hole to prevent further fraying. This sounds simple enough, and it should have been. But my neurotic ass kept undoing and redoing the stiches so I ended up sitting on this for an extra month. But at some point I need to learn that I get mending done when I have 2+ hours uninterrupted instead of trying to get a little bit in when I can. This one is more comfortable, mainly because I've done it before and I wear jeans that use this style of patching. If there's a second sock curse for mending jeans, that's what happened to me.
Overall I'm pleased with how the aesthetics of this turned out, but I'm expecting to have to rework some of it for comfort and wearability. With the cost of fabric these days, making clothes by hand is not economical. But fixing what you've already bought still is.
[𓆣] journal/foxtrot/01
We don't see the bird-folk much, except once in a while when Momma takes us up to market. Even though Momma gets crash-sick, she still hawks our wool up skyward. I don't get crash-sick though, so I hold her hand when we come back down. Then she has to lie down for the rest of the day so I have to do the chores too.
Momma says the bird-folk ain't all that different from us, they just sound a lil funny what with all the chirps and whistles and all that. Two blessings ago I made a friend who said she was from all the way up skyside. She whistled a lot and we played hide and seek[2] and bug hunter (52 words) and had abuncha cattail crunchies until it got dark. I told momma and next time we went skyward, I saw her again! She met momma and I met her younger fledgie and nana (154 words).
word count: 175
parent: hawker by alas
pre-existing: crash bubble by alas, emergence by alas, sporo's cattail crunch by me, jesse by alice
new: bug hunter (game) (52), bird-folk kinship terminology (154), dirtsider (345)
[𓆣] splice
The modified P. verdegris is set to be released today, against my better judgement (232 words). I want to hope that our work made the perfect splice, a precise creation. An implement.
But— there was something else tied into those codons. The common misconception is that DNA is a list of instructions. It's more like a cocoon, where pulling one thread affects the whole. Feeding preferences are tied to host plants is tied to cocoon material. And when feeding season ends, the caterpillar builds her cocoon, with silk that floats (84 words). When the caterpillar inside liquefies, the pupa glows.
A creation now released, beautiful and unknown.
word count: 103
parent: lineage by alice
pre-existing: fuzzy green friend by ollie
new: my better judgement (232), silk (84)
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and now all of the starting points have children! getting kinda burnt out on this but also two weeks of writing every other day
[𓆣] weed and stump stomp
16 days before launch
word count: 111
parent: feather moss by ollie
pre-existing: overgrowth incidents by me, levitation failure by ollie, vermillion auxilliary dormitories by alas
new: rain (484)
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damn html's got hands. decently proud of how quickly i managed to get the lettering down on a first pass. following the guidelines of "do not redraw the page unless you are being paid". i'm pleased with the posing and facial expressions on panels 1, 2, 7, & 8. the rest is kind of whatever. the script/pacing did not have much effort put into it, and unfortunately it shows.
Issue 3: Fruit / Branch
Hey,
it is now the third month of thingchal26, a challenge for making things.
because it terrifies me, how much of myself i see in your mess of books, blankets, and directionlessness. in your arguments with your mother over the phone, on a couch that sags in the spot you sink day after day. i sit by you on the mattress on the floor. and i try to convince you that there is some future in heaven and earth for you to dream of. cuz if you can't believe me then there won't be any hope left over for me
a present-day look back on the years of emotions tied up in "the only hope for me is you" by mcr
spiral 03
spiral 03
spiral 04
spiral 04
still
the stagnation and rot is ever-present. the carbon dioxide monitor is dead. the humidity is pretty up there, the dew point is... well it's probably a lot. metal walls and eyes that feel like they're closing in.
this list is incomplete. you can help by expanding it.
themes
choir
constellation
second
it's literally on upwork. sign up with iceberg.
it's a nice gig, rearranging deck chairs. there's a lot going on, but it's a nice routine, yknow? very grounding and meditative. gives you a lot of time to think. i've been a deckhand of other ships before, but the hms titanic has been good fit for me. the people running for the lifeboats are getting in my way a bit, but as long as i keep going how i've always been going, it'll work out just fine.
i'll waste a lifetime honey,
one problem i've been having with looking to sources of inspiration is that sometimes you can take from it, interpret it, draw from the well and create something. this made me think of this, and it's unique to your thought processes. but some people have said something so plainly, beautifully, and succinctly that there's really nothing else to add. someone else put these nebulous feelings into words and it's... exactly it. couldn't've said it better myself. and it's fine! it's alright! all i have to do to express myself is push my way to the front of the pit and with the crowd behind me and the band in front of me and at the top of our lungs
MAYBE I'LL NEVER BE THE PERSON THAT I SWORE I'D GIVE MY EVERYTHING TO BE! /
FOREVER DUMB AND AWKWARD SKINNY LONELY WASTING TIME AND DROWNING IN MY DREAMS!
dry heave by tiger really: song of the summer, the autumn, etc. sorry for paying for the tshirt in cash.
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plein air from the ferry to nanaimo
timekeeping
i've been obsessed with timekeeping, lately. i have existing measures of timekeeping, a wristwatch, a habit, a yearly ritual. but i still lay confused about the medium-term. how do you keep the week feeling like a distinct unit, when each day is unique yet simultaneously monotonous?
Issue 1: Fog / Absence
Welcome!
this is a page for thingchal26, a challenge for making.... things. as far as i'm aware. like writchal, but i guess with more variation on the kinds of works people make.
co-conspirators
this list is incomplete. you can help by expanding it.
themes
last month
crackle
fog
other works
i will periodically be cross-posting between here and thoughts from places. i'll be backfilling some of my thoughts of places in 2025.
armed with a special promo $10 train ticket, we embarked on a journey as far as the line would take us (we could have taken the bus further down the cape, but we must balance adventure with beach). we reached the beach as it started to get cloudy, got into our swimwear and into the ocean as it started to mist. and maybe things have changed since 2023. i went knees deep into the cold water, then to my waist. we talked as it started to drizzle. at which point, the air was just as wet as the ocean, so i kept walking to my chest, then my neck. the waves were as gentle as the conversation, and as my body drifted i stopped thinking about it. god, i missed the ocean. something about the salt scrubs away the context of the world. maybe we stop living in a house or a town and start living in that blue marble, and maybe we can be honest with each other and ourselves. and we talked, and the ocean danced, and the rain froze suspended. maybe one day i'll be able to cut the tether tying my body to the ocean floor, and i'll truly float freely. like i used to.
i want future thoughts of places to be less like diary entries, and more about the impact that a time and place has on my thoughts.
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plein air. an experiment in different styles of hatching being used to depict different styles of mountain (forested, bare stone, snow-capped). also in depicting the intertidal zone.
notebook ecosystem
so with the new year comes consumerist stationery propaganda, telling you that if you by X notebook and Y writing utensils and Z stickers you'll be able to get yourself together for the coming year. this is some keeping up with the joneses conspicuous consumption type shit, so i want to intentionally take stock of my current notebook ecosystem and figure out what works for me and what doesnt.
the personal
in my personal life, i use a diary and a sketchbook. both of these are rebuys of the exact model of the previous iteration, no need to change perfection.
i start diaries on my birthday, and i sprung for a fancier one with smooth cream-coloured paper and more pages, because in the past i've run out of pages, and now i have a fountain pen.
okay, fine. it's some name brand snobbery. i write in it every morning (with exceptions for travel— i bring it with me if i'm going somewhere for >1 week).
it's my most used but somehow least relevant notebook. i'm a fan of the size (a5) and the way my fountain pen interacts with the paper (very smooth, no bleeding or feathering), probably like 70ish gsm.
i prefer the dot grid (5mm) over the blank. i do think it's some conspicuous consumption shit to collect inks, but unfortunately i get bored of seeing the same ink color over many pages.
a5 is solidly my favorite sketchbook size at this point, having tried a4/a6/b5 sketchbooks.
it just fits well— in a hand, in a bag, on a table, etc. this one's plain white paper with a bit of tooth, which is how i like my paper.
(the cold press paper rabbithole was... intense). sometimes i find myself longing for a4, to make sweeping marks from the elbow, but practically it's just unwieldy.
a6 is small enough that you feel like you must fill the entire page with one work. i enjoyed using it, it got me into keeping an artbook, but i probably wouldn't go back (and would probably want to upgrade to something that can hold water-soluble paint better because wow, that page warping was insane).
the toothy white paper (150gsm) pairs well with colored pencil or a pen that uses archival ink— though it's tough enough to tolerate most media. i haven't truly tried full watercolor or paint though...
in the past, making myself paint consistently started giving me an itch to paint, even when i didn't "need" to. similarly, my past plein air ink goals has given me have an itch to draw still lifes wherever i can, turning this notebook into an essential daily carry (more than a laptop, less than a cellphone).
the most important part: the amount of personalization and memory-making that comes from stickering the hell out of it.
the utility
for the utility of it, i have a yearly planner and pocket notepad, unintentionally recreating the organized planner/braindump scratchpad duality (yes, this is a trope). i tried a bujo once, when i was 16 or so, couldn't keep it up after 3 months. i've found a happy middle ground between the overwhelming freedom/time commitment of a bujo and the rigidity of a school issued planner. it has 12 full months (with weeks), with 2 only-months tacked onto either end so you have a bit of buffer time before you need to buy your next one. all of the pages have 12 printed bubbles, and you fill in the bubble for the month you're on. on the month page: you handwrite the year and the dates on a blank calendar (with a little misc notes area underneath). i picked monday start, and on each week page i bubble in the month and write in the dates next to the printed days of the week. it does suffer from the age old problem described by mina murray from dracula— saturday and sunday are squeezed into one line, making them half the size of the other days (judicious use of sticky notes mitigates this). throughout undergrad the month calendar was for life + social events, and the week pages were for assignments. things are a bit unmoored now, so i only remember to use it every few weeks. i don't need to be perfect at using it, i just need it to help me remember things from time to time.
i have an a7 pocket notepad with a semi-rigid plastic cover, though i didn't use it much in 2025 (ran out of space for new pages, and i'm still not sure about how/if i want to archive the finished pages).
when i remembered it, i used it to write writchals or diary entries when away from home. i've used it for grocery lists, for meeting notes, to give a page that the beths could sign (the stranger had gotten the black tshirt, unfortunately).
it's a useful little guy, and i hope to bring it more places once i figure out how to archive what i've already done.
the digital
the digital tools i use are much more scattered than the analogue ones. i primarily draft emails and write for fun using microsoft notepad. unfortunately, they have since introduced markdown, but there is something simplistic and unintimidating about writing in plaintext. less of a pain than google docs, less of a barrier than something like ellipsus or some other writer's app. the default notes app on my cellphone is used (when i can remember) for things that i don't remember. mainly for things to search up later, or diary entries when i am away from home. the default reminders app on my cellphone is used primarily for one reason: hands free voice assistant. you think of something and just say, "set reminder 10am tomorrow that...". and it's just there. otherwise, it's an unpleasant interface to interact with, and i hate seeing the notifications of undone things clog up my lockscreen. there's a couple other apps i use for tracking weird irregular medication or how often i stretch or floss.
the miscellaneous
couple of not-quite-notebooks that don't-quite have a place in the ecosystem: two writing pads (one is more of a notepad that i use for misc lists that need to be big, the other for when i regularly wrote letters), a weekly tearaway pad that i purchased for some reason, and many mini square note sheets.
well, here's the first entry of 2026. ended up being more self-writing than literary, but i needed a space to ramble.
and also, i need to do sketchbook show and tell with people irl.
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for some reason, i was finding myself thinking about the night i went to blaze pizza with sasha. we hardly knew each other, both hesitant from that silent sort of intimidation.
but we were volunteering at a conference and we were the only people we knew anyway, so on that crisp autumn night, the kind where the bite of winter is in the air, we walked to blaze pizza.
you really feel in a moment like that, the flicker of connection with a friend of circumstance. your closest companion, for a few hours or so. this is the first and last time you will ever be this close, and you know it, so you've got to reach out and cup the moment in your palms.
you hardly remember it anymore, just your voices in the night air, the feeling of footfalls down st. mary's street, and the orange glow inside. i don't remember who paid.
i only ever saw sasha in elevators and hallways after that, anyhow.
been reading on the road, which has been making me think about the difference between the craft of writing and the content of the writing.
catcher in the rye (and john green's videos about it) was one of the first that made me notice the craft of writing, and how it serves the content.
here i wanted to experiment with salinger's technique with passive voice and person to increase the emotional distance to the reader-listener, and consequently, increase the longing felt by the narrator-teller.
2024 Reference bibliography
I'm curious about how my wells of inspiration have changed. I also treat this as a recommendation list from myself, minus two years. These may not be the best of the best, but they have ideas that I come back to again and again. These are the works I drew inspiration from while writing in 2024.
books:
becky chambers - record of a spaceborn few, to be taught if fortunate
ted chiang - exhalation, stories of your life and others
r.f. kuang - babel
cixin liu - dark forest
games: blaseball, lancer, minecraft, persona 5, stars without number
a tumblr post i cannot find about space becoming physically smaller due to unsustainable faster-than-light travel
locations: the adirondack, boston city hall, caledonian sleeper, isle of skye, emerald necklace, i-70, new england aquarium, new york city subway, the T, toronto, the southwest corridor
the garages - killer for the pies, stare into the sun
gil scott-heron - the revolution will not be televised
jack de quidt - on sleep detatchment, sermon of sister rust
the mountain goats - fall of a high school running back, this year
my chemical romance - blood
oceanographer - minneapolis summer
television: doctor who, torchwood
point grey
static clouds cling to the
air it becomes
indistinguishable from the
sea and you can walk
directly into the darkness
going down down
down with no one save
the waves and the horns
playing with the change in phrasing that occurs when the form is constrained by the medium
spring
Fifth of an ongoing series of eight paintings.
i would like this to blend in more with the aesthetic of the website. but it would involve enough messing with photo editing and/or css that i don't particularly want to bother.
bus 01
Okay exercise in being more present on the bus. kick the instinct of reaching for my phone in boredom and do literally anything else. I don't really have much to talk about. Ive latched onto another daydream. This one revolves around the leather sewist opening I saw at cobbler. One of the first jobs I've ever seen that I am complately qualified for. This oftne happens. See an option and spiral until it becomes a life trajectory and I can see it and it's solid enough to grasp but I can never remember that it's not real. I've signed up for lots of things— much in a parallel to this time last year— but I'm stellar at forgetting. There's a guy who looks like Markiplier who just got off the bus. It's raining, again. a nice return to normal. Waiting for the energy high to wear off.
I could do without the feeling of wet jeans on thigh. Similarly, the feeling of trying to pull up your socks or taking off your shoes— and the wet hem of your pant leg touches your ankles. The minute you stop movig enough to notice, it never goes away. It was genuinely good for me to go out today, "character building" even. It'll make returning somewhere dry all the sweeter.
