He was blue. Or at least bluish. That seemed the strangest thing to him, right now, out of all the strange things that were around him. And were him.
The red desert stretching around him with the black sky, somehow light overhead, no sun beaming down or fierce heat on his head but just the strange dry rock, or sand, or something, particles that weren’t like any other he’d… Continue reading
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This image is misleading. I read the book on my Kindle so there was never a moment when I was holding a hard copy of the book. Although technically I’m also not bald and my skin isn’t an interesting blue-green color and I have internal… Continue reading
Writing is a myth. No one’s writing. No one knows how. No one can get it right, ever. Writing is folklore, witchcraft, uncensored heart bleedings and all that. Nonsense. Trivia.
Writing comes from the blunt parts of things, the edges, the rough-cut, hand-sawn wood ends that get thrown into the reject pile. The scrap yard, that’s the place for writing. It’s a heap of fodder, a heap of refuse… Continue reading
Back to the Productivity Dictionary
a. A simple, analog system for keeping track of your shit. Brainchild of Ryder Carroll.
b. A natural step for notebook users, paper lovers, journalers, folks with an office-supply obsession.
Right: Used journals from the last 4 months. Left: New, empty, beautiful notebooks of… Continue reading