I say home is new york, but it’s with y’all
some comments from human I love (hil):
hil: “You’re not a low agency person.”
abi: I’ve been in the weirdest low of my life y’all. I’ve felt a bit frozen. It’s strange going from an ever-moving force of nature to absolutely still. I feel life being breathed back into me and am eternally thankful to those who let me rest.
hil: “Why do you say folks?”
abi: I spent 2-3 years idly searching for the non-gendered pronoun to replace guys. All I could come up with y’all and folks. Maybe the old South was more progressive than we thought.
break ice ⚒
lil fissures + time = big fissures #quickmaths
icebreaker: “Is there a smell that reminds you of childhood?
abi: Tap into the olfactory bond to create a new one. Keep the conversation going and build off their answer.
words 🗣️
Truth is everything. But before you give it to another, ask yourself, are you giving them clarity, light, and purpose? Or are you shifting a burden to someone who needs all their strength?
read 📖
abi: I don’t buy many books, but I sure as hell bought this one. Ken Liu places us in the world of a mail order bride, her son, and origami come to life. It personified magic being present in many places.
watch 📺
abi: I’m obsessed. This man is so handsome, talented, and hopelessly in love with what matters; his family, girlfriend, and sport. It’s rare to find someone so talented who understands what’s really important. Duplantis and the medalists for the women’s 400m hurdles embodied that for me this year. They have every reason to be arrogant and they choose to be class acts.
write 🖋
“I’m flexible when held loose and taut when pulled tight. What am I?” the woman whispered to her still chubby toddler as he waddled towards her.
“Wope mommy. Wopeee.”
“That’s right my lil munchkin,” she said as she picked him up and buried her face into his stomach. Their giggles echoed through the apartment.
…
“I’m flexible when held loose and taut when pulled tight. What am I?” the woman asked her son, holding his hand tightly waiting for the bus.
His brow scrunched up. “Is it fabric?” thinking of his mom hunched over the sewing machine
“That’s right my lil munchkin,” she said as she gently let go.
…
“I’m flexible when held loose and taut when pulled tight. What am I?” the woman asked the gangly teenager as he stumbled in.
He scowled and turned towards his phone.
“That’s right my lil munchkin,” she sighed under her breath.
…
“I’m flexible when held loose and taut when pulled tight. What am I?” the woman exclaimed to a broad shouldered man.
“I don’t know. Is it you?” he chuckled as he set the table.
“That’s right my lil munchkin.” A smile spread across both of their faces.
…
“I’m flexible when held loose and taut when pulled tight. What am I?” he whispered into the microphone.
“There are many answers.”
That’s right my lil munchkin. Welcome home.
from your dreams,
Weeks Missed: 10 1
Well depression trumps desire to be a consistent writer. I hope several people are able to maintain their lives due to my inconsistency. An old friend is becoming a new accountability buddy. Looking forward to what my new mechanism brings.
1 For every week I miss before 08/09/2024, I’ll donate $100 to The Bail Project.
