#diaristic

old school tumblr posting lmao - takin pics of random shit but make it aesthetic

📍portavadie, scotland

first roll: a thankful letter from a former student

second roll: a specific can of soup in the pantry

The can expires in 2027, so I opened it for dinner. I selected cayenne pepper and albahaca for seasoning. I rolled my die to select a third spice from the spice cabinet.

Mentre ero in pullman, in attesa che il mezzo partisse, fuori si stava per consumare una rissa. Il ragazzo che sembrava ubriaco inizia a imprecare, ad accusare tutti di essere falsi, stronzi. Ma poiché aveva gli occhi socchiusi mentre imprecava, ho pensato, per la verità, che non ci fosse un vero destinatario nelle sue parole di biasimo. O meglio, il destinatario era la Vita stessa. Allora, nel giro di qualche istante, è come se avessi avvertito un’intuizione, una di quelle che pare riassumere interi libri letti, intere meditazioni fatte negli anni, la sento precipitarsi dentro di me, e dalle porte del pullman (io che non parlo mai, nemmeno quando m'interpellano) gli grido: “io ti voglio bene!” – non perché il bene di una sconosciuta servisse a qualcosa sul piano pratico, ma perché qualcosa di altrettanto teorico – proveniente da uno degli innumerevoli canali della Vita – doveva assolutamente ricordargli che un principio d’amore esisteva ancora (e che sarebbe esistito anche per lui).

Home life was fraught. Parents were not kind. I liked to play toys and eat snacks in the basement closet. felt safer there.

when I was eleven years old or so, a hole opened up — a sinkhole behind the neighbor’s garage in the tall grass bordering the woods. first three feet deep and then six. Oh, the pit was quiet. the pit was safe. the pit was close enough to hear my name called but too far to see.

so i moved some stuff into the pit. i had library books, a science kit, some sharpened sticks to defend myself, snacks… it was a hideout! i made a cover out of sticks and grass, and for the next week i spent my afternoons after school in the pit. it was so quiet. my first real time to myself. a little bit surreal and magical. i loved the pit.

i found a six foot steel tube! at a construction site and put it in the pit. my awesome quarterstaff. by now, the pit was 8 feet deep and somewhat flared at the bottom. i could climb in and out using three platforms — rectangles of grass cover atop depressed columns of earth. i was a little scared of the lowest level, so i didn’t go down there.

the next day i got home from school and the pit was gone. the books were gone. the top ten inches of my quarterstaff were sticking out of the soil, bent 90°.

At the time, i thought that that dick, tinkey, had bulldozed my pit. now i know the forces involved in even a 2 ft trench collapse can kill a grown man.

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