It’s exhausting. There is so much I would like to share but the silence seems greater than my energy to organise anything meaningful.
I’ve been wanting to write more. It’s been a long time I’ve strung together words that make me feel the release of what I truly want to say.
"Keep one unicorn apart." I was reminded.
The other princess giggled; the whole reason I was here. She was slim, with a gap in her front teeth, and more freckles than stars in the sky and I was weak at the knees at the sound of her mirth.
Half way through the poem I had prepared for her, I realized someone had switched it with a saucy limerick.
She liked it anyway, and promised me both an alliance and a kiss once The Great Illness passed.
your relationships with your friends deserve the same work you would put into relationships with your partner. we put that emotional work in for our partners because western society is super isolated and teaches you to only be dependant on yourself and the person you're in a romantic relationship with. this means you end up at least somewhat dependant on one person and you *have* to put in that work so you can like, stay financially safe and stuff
The Pripyat book, published just before Chernobyl, has been found, scanned, and uploaded to the Net:
https://www.forgottenchernobyl.net/pripyat-1986-photoalbum-book
It's also on the Internet Archive now!
https://archive.org/details/1986pripyatphotoalbum/page/n2/mode/2up
Share and enjoy!
He/she/they.
Fencing. Crypto. Poetry. Cyber.roots buried deep in sand kissed waves of the Caribbean ocean.