the writing wing

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a poem, untitled · may 28

I keep starting things
the way other people keep diaries —
not to finish,
but to prove I was here.

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an essay about abandoning things

draft, obviously

every project I quit taught me exactly one thing, and the thing was never what the project was about. the ecosystem taught me I like building worlds more than living in them. the crochet taught me my hands are impatient…

ends mid-sentence. fitting.

the novel

0 words · perpetually about to begin

reserved wall space
found words · someone else's, kept here · apr 12

a quote or passage I found and can’t let go of — with a line on why it stuck.

nothing here is finished, including this footer