Temperance. i've spent most of today going through this site and have cried probably 4 or 5 times in the time it took. you paint Boston so beautifully. This massive organism of a grandeur rarely matched. it makes me think that maybe i could stand the cold, if it meant i get to be a part of something so grand. more and more lately, i have been seeing that everything is everything is everything. It's all connected, and every passing day i feel the pull to follow that connection and immerse myself in it grow stronger. Thank you for sharing these parts of yourself. its been very helpful for my own journey already.

The ashes of family were spread off the cliffs at Muir Beach without a permit By my hands and my tears I cradled nothing but waste As the sea cradled me in return Because the sea is my first memory wealthy with cold fog in Eureka Vast. Like the desert but no hint of something beyond the horizon. Yet I don't miss her. Who is my mother? Is it the forest, the trees I hold something unspoken to, as if i am begging them to grant absolution in wandering until never found within? the desert, her wind and wide night letting me run with the spiders and dogs, naked and happy under the eye of the void? was it. no one? I drove to Long Beach a few weeks ago to get ocean sand for a woman and she thanked me in succinct yet fucking profound words, every time go near the ocean i say i cant stop because i know, i fucking KNOW i will stop and stare at her until it hurts to move until im there at that same coast on a different path in another life but I ■■■■ miss her.

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Earlier today, on a grocery run, I thought about small talk; I used to be one of those "tell me who you areee" people, but I've come to see the value in identifying what's important to folks through the minutiae that arise from casual exchange, like stones in the furrows. Now, the Boston mazeway is circulating through me for the first time, borne on a plasma current some hundred thirty miles & change away from its boundaries in the physical world, and it is Affecting me. We have only interacted a handful of times, and yet, because of how we met, and because of your works on this twig of the internet, the things I know we have in common feel so substantial; we feel the pulse of a massive living thing together. I relish the notion that we might interact further as we seek to learn more about what sees us, and what we see :}

yes may the revolution come forth or something along those lines

thank you for ‘occupation.’ i used to think about annihilation a lot too, and completely lost interest in it once i developed a chronic condition (now managed), witnessing it up close — i think — drives a wedge between imagination and reality. it is horrible. it also makes me a person, and i never want to experience it again. sorry if this is too heavy, we will make it

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thank you for 'cold snap' (gardening)

Thank you for reminding me that there are others