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β΅ On the Nature of the Webmaster & the Site

I made this site because I'm really sick of conventional social media. It usually bores me and it wastes my time β on the other hand, this site is so unique to me that it's incredibly refreshing. I feel like Fairygore is more a digital room or commonplace book that I curate and can spend time in, and I hope you have a nice time looking around, too! κ€
Tehsin says: The novel begins in a railway station, a locomotive huffs, steam from a piston covers the opening of the chapter, a cloud of smoke hides part of the first paragraph. In the odor of the station there is a passing whiff of station cafΓ© odor. There is someone looking through the befogged glass, he opens the glass door of the bar, everything is misty, inside, too, as if seen by nearsighted eyes, or eyes irritated by coal dust. The pages of the book are clouded like the windows of an old train, the cloud of smoke rests on the sentences. It is a rainy evening; the man enters the bar; he unbuttons his damp overcoat; a cloud of steam enfolds him; a whistle dies away along tracks that are glistening with rain, as far as the eye can see.
β Italo Calvino, If on a winterβs night a traveler.
β Italo Calvino, If on a winterβs night a traveler.
me when i was a kid
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β΅ What's new, Fairygore? (May 5, 3:16 pm)
Decided to convert this to a little site diary/miniblog thing just because I don't want super personal stuff up on the index (not that what was up before was super persona anyway... plus you could just scroll down and see it right now. But I digress.) Here's a few pages I want to work on:(May 3, 1:56 pm) I got some wonderful news earlier this week. It finally feels like I'm back in control of some elements of my life. I've been reading a lot ... I'm trying to enjoy my summer and to be mindful of everything around me and play a more active part in trying to have better mental health. Not sure how it's going yet but I hope things will be okay and I think that counts for something ^_^
(Apr. 22, 5:40 pm) Officially on break *gets scared*... mostly been doing a whole lot of nothing. I'm working through Poisoner in Chief which is very good!!! Nixon's death day today. Auspicious occassion. Maybe I'll start watching a show with my sister to kill the time... I want to spend the summer doing Things!
(Mar. 28, 4:39 pm) Again, I really need to set up that diary page and move this stuff there so this section can be a bit more light-hearted. Getting ready for work - it's going to be Eid soon, probably on Sunday. Exhausted down to the bone. Feeling awful. Hoping April will be kinder.
(Mar. 21, 12:06 pm) Working on my portfolio & an essay that's now seven minutes overdue... something about leopards never changing their spots. It's a bit frustrating because I have a lot to say for the essay and I think the topics are interesting. As for the portfolio, I think I'm cosmically doomed. I really need to make a proper diary page so I can expound on this kind of stuff β something to use as motivation to finish my work I suppose.
(Mar. 17, 3:50 PM) I've been tring to read more which is, I think, my goal every month β and, to be fair, I think I've been reading a lot more in 2025! I picked A Game of Thrones back up today. I started it last winter (I think?) and then put it on hold, but I really like it (MUCH better than the show, in any case) and am actually a little annoyed that it's as good and captivating as it is. |
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β That's what the weather was like just a few weeks ago, and now most of the snow has melted and you can see the grass! There's lots of mud everywhere and it smells like mulch and wet grass which, after months and months of snow as tall as I am, I could not be more thrilled by. I can't wait for the spring :-) |