~tym @tym@tilde.zone

“time is short, my strength is limited, the office is a horror, the apartment is noisy, and if a pleasant, straightforward life is not possible then one must try to wriggle through by subtle maneuvers.” – Franz Kafka

When I do it right, rinsing out the mop and washing the laundry sink are the same job

A tiny drop of sweet orange, and one of vetiver, in the spot between my collarbones

"I don’t know whether this world has a meaning that transcends it. But I know that I do not know that meaning and that it is impossible for me just now to know it. What can a meaning outside my condition mean to me? I can understand only in human terms. What I touch, what resists me—that is what I understand."

– Albert Camus, _The Myth of Sisyphus_

Shoutout to Wiss inlaid industrial shears!

Realizing that nearly all of what my inner critic considers weird and fucked-up are just harmless garden-variety individual idiosyncrasies and/or common traits of creative humans. And I'm not merely swinging continually from fear of conformity to fear of non-conformity, but always feeling both fears all of the time and always unsure of my footing in any relationship or social interaction. I write this hoping that insight, however trite, might help me at least in some small way, to jettison some of that shame and embrace my weirdness

I really don't like to think ahead, because the one outcome I know for certain is if I think far enough ahead that's where everyone dies, including me

I was just about to put earbuds in and listen to maybe like some ambient Sigur Rós or something as I go to sleep, but our bedroom is in the attic, and it just started gently raining on the roof, so I think I'll listen to that instead

Feelin nostalgic for the health goth aesthetic

For centuries catholic doctors have provided a handy list of excuses for state violence and outright murder they call the 'just war theory'. All while stubbornly refusing to consider any possible compromise or justification in circumstances of abortion or euthanasia. I appreciate that at least some of the penguins are consistent in opposing the death penalty, but the thinking that war is sometimes necessary and moral but abortion can never be so seems to me quite obviously the wrong way around

I like big parks and I cannot lie

I fervently and sincerely hope that somewhere out there in some happier timeline, alternate universe, or parallel dimension there exists a variant of me that got pretty decent on the tenor sax

“Acoustic space is a dwelling place for anyone who has not been conquered by the one-at-a-time, uniform ethos of the alphabet.” – Marshall McLuhan