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15 minutes in Menlo

Two friends walking into the coffee shop

A goofy looking golf cart

A yellow green plant on the terrace above the coffee shop

A smaller than average crow

Woman in a trench coat walking a stroller and watching something on her phone

Two buses

Two trains

A yellow shuttered house

Woman carrying a pastry in a cardboard box

Man carrying takeaway in a paper bag watching something on his phone

Orange cone w a temporary bus stop sign and arrow

Sun on my feet burning

Reflection of my legs in a window across the street

Toyota corrola, I think

Two women walking in pastel hoodies, one lavender one mint

Woman in a big parka

Beep of the Caltrain clipper card machine

Airplane!!!

Seagull not flying just being carried on a gust of air

WE ARE HONDA SAN CARLOS

Man w a salt and pepper beard that looks like Seth

Blue recycling black trash

Three more crows acting annoyed

Man in red crocs going into the coffee shop

Acura blasting loud indie music

Clock face of the train station

Seth guy out of his car now in a puffy vest going into the coffee shop

Mechanical voice alerting of a northbound train approaching

Same gull coming back now

Girl in pajamas and headphones w faded green hair walking to the train

My knee

Two tall people; a couple?

Very loud screech of the train braking

A golden truck with a lawn mower in the bed

Closed umbrellas on a terrace

Man in a black hoodie smiling at me

Cadillac

Graffiti on a post box

Man in a tailored suit talking loudly into his phone about “next steps”

Red car!

Red lights— southbound train

Two couples; one with a woman in a sundress and yellow cardigan and a man in a pullover in lockstep and the other, the woman walks several feet in front of the man

Man carrying takeaway in a plastic tied bag

Two orange cones w temporary signs

Guy loading his bike onto the train

Girl putting in AirPods

A man and child walking by the train and the child is covering her ears

Kid with curly hair carrying a box of legos

Tall couple emerges from the coffee shop with drinks and pastries

Two cars one gold one silvery blue

An old couple both wearing hats and carrying red tote bags

Bus not in service

Seth guy emerges w a coffee

Train idling

My coworker in a brown scrunchie (she doesn’t see me)

Cracked Caltrain logo

Leaves waving all this time

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“Consider the graph on the following page, which measures sundial time against standardized clock time. This graph shows you which parts of the year the time indicated on a sundial would run ahead of a standard clock and which parts it would run behind. The difference exists because, as John Durham Peters writes, ‘the sundial directly models natural facts, yielding stretchy days and hours that expand and contract as the earth makes its elliptical way around the sun, but the clock is a solar mood stabilizer, soothing the sun’s annual swings into twenty-four-hour average units and ticking away regardless of sun or cloud.’ It is the difference between place-based observation and the abstract, standardized system…”

-Jenny Odell, Saving Time

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Señores: soy tan pequeñito, que el día apenas cabe en mí!

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bugs and drugs… NOT a fan of either

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Life initiates fart

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Good advice

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Mood: mopped the floor then the dog got diarrhea

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privacy is so sexy

the new hot thing is experiencing as many interesting things as you can and telling no one

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Thought experiment

What if you let go of the idea you’ve constructed of who you are

and instead took every new stimuli at face value

meaning you just tune in to how it feels in your body

Like you’re a newly created character spawned in a place

navigating the map for the first time

(Tl;dr: lol I haven’t smoked weed in years but I still think like a stoner)

My life is a full one. The stimuli makes me feel like the sun

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Beginningly, as a spiral,

I was one, and confused. A brick road spilled before me, curving up into the sky. Pleated, I carved my way. Having already caved. I was born into a changeling era, but none of us knew it yet. All we noticed was a subtle rumbling underfoot, almost a purr. The kind of movement so soft and constant that it’s easy to get used to. Meaning, we acclimated. The days grew brighter, more searing. Our muscles assumed a steady twitching. As in a dream, the edges of things blurred and whited out. Regimes shifted, blotting on and off the map, and people wrote about such quantum turbulences. But the days were mundane. We sorted utilities into forgettable piles. The sky’s blue refracted, kaleidoscopic. We pointed at this fluttering. We called it pixels.

I took comfort in passive voice. The notion of smallness. A pointed toe on a body in repose. I rested. Applied polish, scent, softened. I studied statues and mimicked their draped folds. All of this was done alone. I wasn’t lonely. Loneliness assumes the absence of a shape, but I wasn’t aware of such spheres. Therefore, I couldn’t mourn them. The seconds dripped dripped. The time laconic and easy.

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Mother Nature

is hell-bent on shaking us off like annoying fleas and honestly

Anyway I was talking to a friend earlier

Identity politics have gone too far lol

Of course I’m talking about my fellow white lefties

You can still be a racist even if you’re autistic and have a lot of Capricorn placements LMAO

Now of course as a white cisgender bisexual woman who has only had serious relationships w men I have a lot of oppression I deal with daily

That was a joke

It’s so interesting how a world without policing is so hard for us to understand that we have to turn it inwards on our own communities

Like who and who is not in enough pain to be absolved from being problematic

And this is why ppl love red scare and cum town lol

They like the idea of casting off that fuckery

I mean fuck red scare and cum town because I don’t think that’s the solution but I understand how the rubber band snapped that way

Anyway unrelated but

something I’m interested in this new year is a backlash into slowness

Like what if our thoughts were slow enough to be parsed out in some kind of less immediate way

Oh so you started blogging again? LOL

I GUESS I’m a little over passively encountering people’s thoughts opinions thirst traps via scrolling on the toilet

I want ppl to actively choose when and when not to engage w what I have to share

I’ve been thinking about why I’m so drawn to making zines flyers and other print ephemera for several years now and I think this might have something to do w it

Being deliberate is sexy and rare

It’s like when you’re dating someone and they make an actual plan to go on a date vs someone who lets a hang-out just happen ? Maybe related

One project of this blog is letting my thoughts be a little long and messy and not trying to make them cohere into a beautiful written document which is hard for me as someone who writes and also someone who is a self-absorbed perfectionista

Anywho if indie sleaze is back I’ve been ready so I don’t have to get ready