Stream of Consciousness
Preservation as an Act of Care
Care is usually associated with people, not with ideas. It brings to mind attentiveness, patience, protection, and responsibility toward something fragile. Meaning rarely enters that picture. Thoughts are assumed to be abundant, replaceable, and endlessly renewable. If one is lost, another will come. This assumption feels practical, but it is wrong in a quiet and costly way. Some meanings are not interchangeable. Some insights arrive only once, shaped by a particular moment, a particular season, or a particular convergence of experience that will never repeat in the same form.
By Peter Thwing - Host of the FST Podcast12 days ago in Writers
What Survives After Editing
Writing usually starts out in a worse form than people ever get to see. It comes out messy, repetitive, overexplained, and half-formed. Editing is where you go back, cut what’s dead, fix what’s weak, and keep only what still holds. That’s the point where writing either gets better or gets abandoned.
By Annam M Gordon12 days ago in Writers
A truth
If you have a truth it could never be taken away from you no matter how quiet it sounds when you say it out loud, it could never be taken away from you no matter if people try and squash it down or dilute the tears it’s cried out, it will remain and be fulfilled, it can never be taken away from you.
By Ruhani Khadijah12 days ago in Writers
Have you ever grieved someone who's still alive?
I recently had a falling out with my high school best friend of 15+ years. To be honest I already felt like I was grieving for someone I hadn’t quite lost yet. The days, weeks, months had gone by with no communication or check ins, I knew something was up. They eventually told me they think we are on different paths in life. I know people can outgrow each other; I understand that completely. I think it’s actually realistic to believe not everyone you went to school with or knew when you were younger is going to be in your life in your 20s, 30s and beyond. Though that thought doesn’t make the healing easier.
By soft static16 days ago in Writers
Digital Graveyard Confessions
I used to pour my morning coffee, open my laptop, and genuinely trust the words staring back at me. Now, I sip my brew with a heavy dose of suspicion. I am being haunted. Not by spirits, but by soulless algorithms masquerading as articles written by ChatGPT otherwise referred as journalists that often name me in them for ranking. I am featured rich, poor, an aggresor or a victim depending who has written it.
By Narghiza Ergashova19 days ago in Writers
My Favorite Number, 47, Should Be Yours Too
I am NUMBER 47 - don’t ever forget. I want to be 48 too, and my team is working on that. 47’s not my age. Lord, I am almost twice that number, and healthier than any before me. The BEST. That’s me. Donald J. Trump. I’m Number 47.
By Andrea Corwin 19 days ago in Writers
