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had the loveliest conversation with a homeless man for almost 3 hours today. spoke of religion, hypocrisy (Jehovahās Witnesses preaching God while ignoring him and this other homeless woman, eating their meal in front of her while sheās asking them for food), his life and family, poetry (he's just begun writing poetry and has written two, recited them for me and both were lovely but one in particular was genuinely beautiful, called āan ode to the reckless joy of youthā). dudeās been through a lot but has such dogged optimism through it all. it takes a certain strength of spirit to live through everything a lot of these people have been through, and thereās never an uninteresting perspective. greatly recommend giving them your time if youāve got it to spare (as well as a meal or a quick Walgreenās run).
May 16, 2025
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I ride the bus most days for work and I spend most of my time on my phone or reading a book. Today, I decided to start a conversation with a guy who was busily working on a drawing. Turns out heās currently living on the street and makes his living on his drawings. He was a super nice guy just out there trying to make it. His creativity keeps him going and brings him joy. You never know what someone is going through and it was a great reminder of the power of creativity. Next time I see him Iām definitely buying a drawing.
Mar 5, 2024
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i was in georgetown dc and me and the flame were about to walk past a homeless person begging for food outside a cvs. unexpectedly a young woman walking a little in front of us, peeled off her headphones and started talking to her. headphones girl went into the cvs and bought that food for her.
i was mostly shocked, being georgetown, but it felt great to see that.
Mar 29, 2025
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Story time! Today I went to my one of my favorite coffee shops in Brooklyn. It was a bit packed so I took a seat next to a guy who sparked a conversation with me. We spent the next hour talking and then even went to Beaconās Closet together. He was visiting from the UK, so I was giving him some of my recs and helping him find a leather jacket. Anyway, Andrew from Yorkshire, thanks for making my day!
Mar 10, 2024
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a couple months ago I'm out behind the gabled house with dregs of home still seeping through its edges, a sharp sort of newness ripping the seams of who I am & who I was, sweaty fingers slipping from between each other with the bloodied grasp of desperation - it is a spring day, and I am here again. the leaves are new and the blinking infant furled in the strands of my chest takes a breath and every time I trudge through these vine-ridden woods I feel her grubby hands trace the creases in my ribcage. there are ghosts here, the soulmate-friend across the ocean and I and the way we'd take axes to the already-fallen trees like our anger was spraying away with the bark and we were left with only breeze. there are the phantoms of our hands stuck in the mud, ripped leaves beneath our fingernails as we unclogged the flow of the creek and watched the water dig its trenches deeper, and now i'm watching it capture the light of a new year in my hometown alone. through the leaves and over the tinny chorus of water-on-rock I hear the echoes of a mother calling to her children in a game of hide-and-seek, her children laughing, the clamor of it like a memory captured on tape and played back. there is a hole here, radio waves rippling through years folded back and punched through, I a bystander to the reminiscence of a stranger years down the line when some part of that laughter will be lost. it is here. it is here now, in the backyard of a house I sometimes call home.
May 5, 2025
because iāve been trying to be more intentional with my time and it made me feel something so i sat with the feeling for awhile before opening my notes app:
I see bears playing pool in the window on my lap in some faintly-brushed dimension whose green felt Iāll never touch. Thereās an echo of a lyric in my head (āyou donāt have to leave, you could just stay here with meā) that somehow stretches past the incidentals of whether the words are true in fact & makes them true, somehow, a hand pushing through some clotted veil to let the light of all those days ago pass through, when I thought all I had to do was have the right argument. prove a God to someone who left Him long ago. now itās a light in my chest, this thing I argued for, and a hint of a cicada (just its shell) on a tree, & sometimes I am clawing through the dirt with all my friends who canāt see that their fingernails have not been clean in so so long. For all our digging we canāt stop looking at the stars; for all our looking at the stars, we canāt stop the linoleum lights flickering above the pool table, for all the chapped lips and fraying eyeliner and all our tiny scars we skip where we can and push our way through the rest.
May 5, 2025
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I WILL KEEP INDEX. MY HEART IS OVERFLOWING WITH LOVE, I HAVE INFINITE BLESSINGS TO GIVE, AND I CAN THEORETICALLY COUNT TO AT LEAST A TRILLION. BLESS YOU
May 5, 2025