🧵 progress on a hard thing i’m doing for 30 days. upon success, i will allow myself a treat (tbd)

day 1/ easy, but easy is expected this early it will be necessary to get proper sleep and to have people i like around me

15 second love story for today’s sunset

God can we stop trying to tech-ify human connection? i’m all for smart solutions, but between dating apps, friend-finding apps, we’ve become reliant on software to connect with other human beings. where is your courage? i want to see courage. the muscle for courage has atrophied because everything is so comfortable, easy, able bring back courage. bring back approaching strangers, asking someone out, inviting someone to dinner, telling someone you think they’re interesting. stop hiding behind a screen, a profile, this so very carefully curated version of yourself. show up in your body, be brave enough to be awkward, be brave enough to be rejected. don’t care if someone doesn’t want to be your friend, don’t care if someone doesn’t want to date you - if they don’t like you, there must be something wrong with them anyway (: You already have enough tools to connect, you are missing the courage to try

i recently had my first ever sip of alcohol from a $20,000 bottle of Domaine de la Romanée-Conti oh, the wicked magic of marketing works well on our gullible, gullible species it’s just sour grapes!

today marks the day i lose the love of my life i introduced him to my family, friends, colleagues - all of whom adored and adopted him into their warm manifolds. now they keep telling me to move on - to dia, zen, vivaldi, or brave - in their ordinary, mercenary fashion as if! as if my arc could be so easily replaced. we are all born to die, but one would hope for a death more clement than this. when they told me, i thought they were just joshing around. i had imagined, foolishly, that there would be more time, but there is always the illusion of more time! goodbye, little arc. at least you are no longer in pain. run off into the sunset 🌇 netscape and internet explorer will welcome you warmly. no more are the days of pain and utility and bugs

no better way to spend my friday night than getting humbled on chess.com

were i called upon to name the happiest and most prosperous moments of my life, i should answer without hesitation—all those spent in the company of my two brothers

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早, you are at Clementine’s Teahouse 🍵 slatted damp forest light warms our circle. sleepy mist walks the great boulevards of golden gate park. water from my humble old kettle pours over oolong leaves, the jasmine flower opens in the heat. round after round after round - it takes five - and the small clay cups have finally loosened our arthritic, keyboard-chained fingers.. hush, child! today you are a child of the land. listen to it - no speaking. the mind needs total silence to settle into sediment. we become a circle of stones. afterward, poems: anne carson, ada limón, arthur sze, whomever else we love to read. homemade thumbprint cookies from my kitchen, broken and passed around. and don’t be frightened if you hear rustling! those are only the leaves turning their ears toward us, listening, too..