#field note

⌘ 𓂀☁️꩜

I wasn’t searching for anything.

Just mid-conversation, drifting between words,

when a thin loop of silver caught the light —

shaped like a question that forgot its mark.

It didn’t ask to be found.

But it hummed with that strange calm of things that once held something together.

I picked it up, and for a moment, the world felt slightly more aligned.

Maybe that’s all it ever wanted —

to keep small pages, or small hearts, from scattering too far.

They say the Hollow sometimes gifts artifacts when it feels you listening.

This one, I’ve named A Glint Between Words.

It curls faintly when I reach for a thought worth keeping.

⌘ End of Transmission

The soup cools, but the warmth lingers.

baby’s first field notes (sweet tooth) / current field notes (deader prints)

it’s the five year anniversary of me becoming a notebook gremlin! i’m now on my 64th notebook, which means i’ve gone through almost 3072 pages. The Hoard Grows