Riffs

Half-thoughts, single sentences, threads picked up mid-air. Nothing here is ever finished — that’s the point. Everything builds on something.

#r-047 · aug 11 · #writing

Testing the composer: a riff published from the site itself, not from Obsidian. The file should be identical either way.

#r-045 · aug 9 · #writing

Maybe “finding your voice” is just running out of energy to imitate.

#r-044 · aug 7 · #places

The diner thing again: nobody performing, nothing optimized. What’s the website equivalent of a diner at 7am? Maybe this one.

#r-041 · aug 4 · #fear

Fear plans. Life improvises.

#r-040 · aug 1 · #practice

Rereading Impro. Johnstone says be obvious, not original. Same lesson as listening — the work already knows.