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Caught Daydreaming Photography: website launch

Well, well, well. I tried to be profeshy. You know how, in my last post, I said I was planning to launch a photography website? Well, today is that day! If you want ‘profeshy’ Weez content, that’s the place to go. It’s going to primarily focus on photography and lifestyle content, while this site remains […]

yellow shoes part 10

“Sure,” Aliza said. “everyone’s special.” “Don’t be quippy,” Alexei said. “We’ve been rehearsing how to tell you this for, I don’t know, years? Look, we were all parts of… projects. There are people after all of us too, but we’re safe. And we’ve spent all this time trying to find you, and we found you […]

yellow shoes part 1o

“Sure,” Aliza said. “everyone’s special.” “Don’t be quippy,” Alexei said. “We’ve been rehearsing how to tell you this for, I don’t know, years? Look, we were all parts of… projects. There are people after all of us too, but we’re safe. And we’ve spent all this time trying to find you, and we found you […]

summer ’23: music, books, existential dread

I have this uncomfortable feeling that the season still hasn’t changed, but I don’t know why. Cognitively, I know that the season has certainly changed. I am keenly aware of it. However, the feeling remains. I’ve been listening to June Hymn by the Decemberists for the past couple of days. once upon it / yellow […]

yellow shoes part 9

previously Alexei sat down in a chair–well, threw himself down in a chair, really. “Sit, sit,” he said to Aliza, gesturing to the chair in front of him. She sat down carefully, perching on the edge of the chair. “Let’s get your questions answered.” Aliza stared at him blankly. “I don’t know what to ask,” […]

rice

The god of this world stares at a wall. “Throwing rice at the wall and it won’t stick,” she says, and someone corrects her, but she doesn’t hear. You might ask, what makes her the god of this world, anyways? And she wouldn’t know what to tell you, and neither would anyone else. Most people […]

third building

Off the elevator, down the hall Stepping off-kilter “A little bit to the left” Linens in hand. Down the stairs, on lunch break, Leaning over the counter “No, no, you’re right” Remarks offhand.

save a life

He didn’t think about it much at first, he just pushed her out of the way. And immediately afterwards, he thought, oh no. And then, crap. “You saved my life,” she gasped, and maybe she’d always wanted to say that, because maybe she’d always wanted to be the main character. The thing was, she wasn’t […]

foreknowledge

“I want to die,” she said. “I want to die and go to heaven and come back without remembering a thing about it.” She looked at Inglis and he looked back and he looked at their mutual friends who backed away shaking their heads. “If you remembered heaven when you were sent back,” she said, […]

ok ok ok

There’s a typewriter in a museum, and she’s looking at it, and she believes she can use it to talk to ghosts. But it’s a half-belief, barely a thought, more of a fleeting knowledge of an unlikely fact. And she forgets. What would ghosts say back? Who can tell? But one can speculate. A ghost […]