2026-06-14
Fuck that. I want to hike an ageless forest for hours – for indeterminate days and weeks – undisturbed by such concepts as inconvenience and dirt. I want to pause at dawn and watch the stillness of water; I want to stand in the rain and see it dance. I want to be overcome by discovery, by a newborn thought, and not because of some secret relief at gaining an edge over someone. I want to stumble sock-first into a puddle of cold filth, and laugh! I want to be free from pain. I want to be free from fleeing from pain. I want to be free from the need to accept a world of barely-mitigated catastrophes, a career of righteous triage, or a future of hierarchical glory. I want beauty, and variety, and solitude, and change.
— mll. Do I want to be great?
2026-04-09
Be cringe. Dance at stoplights. Smile at strangers. Think grandiose thoughts.
— katya grace. How I love running
2026-04-05
Art is illusion, storytelling, but in their most sublime form, these images illuminate a path to truth.
— piero, from Pentiment
Unkown date, before 2026-05
If your ambition is also a burning pit inside you and you won’t be done until all the problems are solved and your name is etched into the movements of the stars, hit me up. Coffee’s on me
— from fraser’s website