graefchen

  1. developer & student
  2. currently studying archaeology and computer linguistic
  3. amateur haiku poet
  4. part of the website.club
  5. wants to learn spanish, japanese and more...

quotes I like

Overall, it must be said that those who kill or harm living creatures, or set them up to fight each other for their own pleasure, are no better than wild beast themelves. If you pause and look carefully at the birds and animals, and even the little insects, you will see that they love their children, feel affection for their parents, live in couples, are jealous, angry, full of desire, self-protecting and fearful for their lives, and far more so than men, since they lack all intelligence.

A Cup of Sake Beneath the Cherry Trees by Yoshida Kenkō, translated by Meredith McKinney

The world won't just magically morph into a better place as a function of its existence: we are responsible for confronting the past, fixing the present, and shaping the future.

Dan Olsen in In Search Of A Flat Earth

[...] that it is the birthright of any empire to die.

Curious Archive in The Most Powerful Type of Worldbuilding

Personally, I prefer the more modern spiritual tradition involving a large pepperoni pizza, adult swim on the TV, and an unlabeled Ziploc bag full of something from a guy in your contacts list who goes by "the wizard".

FunkyFrogBait in The ALIEN INFLUENCERS of Instagram Reels

Race is a social construct. It is an invented classification system, which means that it varies greatly according to different cultures, different times, and different social groups.

Siobhan Brier Aguilar in the racist don't know how to critique in The Odyssey

writing

feels

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haiku

or haiku.txt, where I show my work on haiku

reading

  1. My Heart is That of an Uncle.
  2. A Cup of Sake Beneath the Cherry Trees
  3. Edgar Allan Poe, Gesammelte Werke
  4. The Notebook, A History of Thinking on Paper
  5. the life-changing magic of tidying up

my favourite haikus

all by myself, except when a specific poet/translator is mentioned

written during tilde 30.5

the melancholy of the night
waving goodbye
greeted by a new day

barren land
blooming
a flower

miscellaneous

morning dew
when ontop the grasses blade
the sun is kissed

pond
    frog
        plop!

Old Pond by Matsuo Bashō, translated by James Kirkup