It all begins with an idea. Maybe you want to launch a business. Maybe you want to turn a hobby into something more. Or maybe you have a creative project to share with the world. Whatever it is, the way you tell your story online can make all the difference. Don’t worry about sounding professional. Sound like you. There are over 1.5 billion websites out there, but your story is what’s going to separate this one from the rest. If you read the words back and don’t hear your own voice in your head, that’s a good sign you still have more work to do.
004/365 08/25/2025
He called himself King of Cats and had a makeshift throne down on Watson that he’d cobbled from an old Fury. He sat don there with his coffee crown and paper towel scepter. Royal armor of license plates and welder’s gloves. All day he sat and sweated and called to the cats and to the kids. Nonsense, mostly but from time to time burst with oration like channelling a god.
003/365 08/24/2025
“Sometimes dying is like a race state.”
“What’s that?”
“It’s a thing from computers where they get ahead of themselves and two things end up tripping themselves up. Like cancer and hard living. But for computers.”
Jackson was always saying fucked up shit like that, and half the time I think he was full of shit. The other half, though, he wasn’t.
002/365 08/23/2025
It’s the slow creep of squalor what gets you. You leave the kitchen door open and the chickens get in. And they’re shitting on things. Not much, maybe, but some. And pretty soon that old hound pisses on the floor and everyone just looks at it. You get used to the smell, mostly. Except Granny. She never could, which is why I suppose she left the way she did.
001/365 08/22/2025
…and the rains came, and filled the strewn mountain streets, the surging current building from the summit and cascading down and down through the town: pigs and old newspapers, jerry cans and fish nets. Collected all and brought them down the mountain to deposit them at Alphonso’s meager door. The next day, he left for America.