The legacies people leave behind in you.
My handwriting is the same style as the teacher’s who I had when I was nine. I’m now twenty one and he’s been dead eight years but my i’s still curve the same way as his.
I watched the last season of a TV show recently but I started it with my friend in high school. We haven’t spoken in four years.
I make lentil soup through the recipe my gran gave me.
I curl my hair the way my best friend showed me.
I learned to love books because my father loved them first.
How terrifying, how excruciatingly painful to acknowledge this. That I am a jigsaw puzzle of everyone I have briefly known and loved. I carry them on with me even if I don’t know it. How beautiful.
Messier 42, The Orion Nebula
NGC 6357, Celestial Cathedral
Here comes the first drawing in 2025. "Blume" 🌹
the scariest thing about the generative AI thing is how quickly people have accepted it as an indefinite, irrevocable part of their reality. people have genuinely convinced themselves that ChatGPT is the only solution to most tasks - tasks they did with their own brain without any large effort two years ago. like you know damn well all of us used to write emails ourselves why are we pretending like this is an impossible task to do with your own two hands. what's with the fucking. AI revisionism. i feel like i am going insane.
you’d have to stop the world just to stop the feeling…
Somewhere, sometime, for no actual reason.
(who needs a reason?)
The reason for existence could be the existence itself.
No beginning, no end.
Infinity and eternity.
Time passes, nothing changes, nothing ever changes.
Yet everything is brand new.
Unknown, unfamiliar, alien.
Doesn't live, never die, just remains.
Somewhere...
Sometime...
Far away and right outside the window.
Awaiting...
They call it evil, but it is neutral.
Objective and just.
Unbiased.
Awaiting...
No need to be afraid.
Arial B.
December 2024
diamond rain reykjavík, 2023
Coiffure Avant-Garde: A Symphony of Strands by 999999999sx