Good evening, today is April 9th, 2026. The Moon is half full waning in Capricorn, the Sun is in Aries. It is the 99th day of the year.

I have a sporadic writing practice. Simply put, I write when I feel I have something worth saying. This is interesting because irl i am a BIG yapper. The thing about speech though is that it’s ephemeral.

we speak with the wind.

the diaphragm drops, our lungs open and take in air, the vocal cords resonate, our mouth and tongue turn those resonances into sounds, and out comes the words. One second they are there, the next they are gone. Traveling with the wind.

Writing though, is forever. Unless you burn it. (Writing also has a linearity to it that speech is able to circumvent but I’ll touch on that in a later post)

Recently I’ve felt the pull of the World to write some shit down. I’ve been dream journaling a lot (my most recent entry was “Not one but TWO jeweler’s loupes” so..) and the ephemeral words lilting off my tongue have fallen on the ears of people I hold in high esteem and they seem to like what I got. Might as well dig a ditch to eddy this stream of consciousness into something tangible.

I’m not really sure what I want to write about, but I should probably make it a semi-regular practice. I don’t really feel the need to make money off this, so I don’t really have to cater to an audience or worry about branding or marketing or anything like that. This is nice because it means I don’t have to cater to anyone. I can just tend to this garden as I am able.

I hope you stick around, I’m not really sure what I’m going to say, but rest assured it will be something along the lines of liberatory, exploratory, empowering, perceptive, critical, anti-racist, anti-fascist, decolonizing, developing, reciprocal, recursive, and at times uncomfortable but necessary, like a bitter medicine.