From 3f632d0e8aaddf870c27767bf8fd13328a5340bf Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: etherware-novice <73374039+etherware-novice@users.noreply.github.com> Date: Fri, 22 Nov 2024 18:38:01 -0600 Subject: [PATCH] sads --- personal/journal.html | 7 +++++++ personal/writing/shack.md | 22 ++++++++++++++++++++++ 2 files changed, 29 insertions(+) create mode 100644 personal/writing/shack.md diff --git a/personal/journal.html b/personal/journal.html index 0140398..6309139 100644 --- a/personal/journal.html +++ b/personal/journal.html @@ -17,6 +17,13 @@ permalink: /journal

basically the "hidden" vent section ive seen the webtracker nobody looks at this page

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2024-11-22

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I hope the community still accepts me..
+ i hope i can like be more integral with it
+ and not just be like someones little brother kinda lurking around

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2024-11-21

man i hate my parents sometimes
diff --git a/personal/writing/shack.md b/personal/writing/shack.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c7a88a7 --- /dev/null +++ b/personal/writing/shack.md @@ -0,0 +1,22 @@ +--- +title: the shack by the lake +date: 2024-11-22 18:34:22 -5000 +--- +It was a run-down shack, one built seemingly for nobody. +The shack overlooked the lake, but was tucked away so far that only those who knew it existed could hope to spot it. +In the distance, past the horizon, you could almost make out the towering skyscrapers of the nearby city, so close and so far away. +Sounds from the city never quite reached this far out, so all you could hear were the chirping of insects and water. +Sure, the shack may have gotten hot during the summer, or ice-bitingly cold in the winter, +But it was homely. +It had all the essentials for a peaceful life: A small, electric heater, barely able to stave away the cold unless you were inches from its base, a little rickety chair, a handheld solar radio, and a little window. +I like coming down here sometimes, just to escape the city. +Takes forever getting there, and it's a long quiet road. +One of those roads that most have forgotten about, the dirty, dusty kind more commonly seen out by the countryside. +But it's home. +Of course, life always calls you back, no matter how hard you try to cut it off. +Jobs, food, all that. +But this little shack seems to exist outside of all of it. +Of time itself. +Just me, the music of the radio, and the solid wood base. + +It's home.