erin gilberts

do writers who can draw realize the terrifying level of power they hold? not only can you invent an entire world, you can also look at it. the rest of us are just sitting here waving our hands like trust me it’s very cool in my head

i love you archival work. i love you alphabetizing. i love you sorting. i love you reshelving. i love you document restoration. i love you shelf reading. i love you inventorying. i love you analysis. i love you archival work.

one time I went over to a friend's house and their housemate was making paper in the living room, and we saw this big tub full of water they were using to dissolve old scrap paper into a slurry, and everyone was immediately like "oh, you need scrap paper?" and started turning out their jacket pockets and producing expired coupons and bus tickets and crumpled receipts and old shopping lists and whatever else they'd been carrying round with them for no good reason, and passing it all to the paper-making housemate to make sure it was suitable before it got torn up and dropped into the tub, while people took turns stirring the slurry with a big wooden stick. it was strangely ritualistic, like presenting an offering to some kind of temple elder for inspection before placing it in a watery shrine to be devoured and reformed. pulp for the pulp god.

i would like to be michael lamontagne levels of unbothered. like his dad is dead, they just moved out of their home, his big brother's going away to college, and he's just worried about getting his dinner on time.

He’s literally here like ‘it’s already gone to shit. Don’t make me do this hungry’ - which I respect