Mastodawn

The five stages of grief were never the full story. Some losses have no funeral, no acknowledged mourning period — just a collapse that keeps pulling you back. This essay maps that experience onto astrophysics, not for poetry, but because the physics actually fits. Grief bends time. It needs space to move.

https://kalvin.obulou.org/when-grief-behaves-like-a-black-hole

#grief #mentalhealth #healing #psychology #trauma #loss #awareness #personalessay #neurodivergent #autism #recovery #emotions #truth #reflection #humanity #spark

When Grief Behaves Like a Black Hole

I came across a framework that maps grief onto astrophysics — gravitational collapse, event horizons, time dilation — and my first reaction was that it sounds like academic overreach. But the more I sat with it, the more it made sense. Not because the metaphors are poetic. Because they describe something I

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Mothership [Unofficial]5d ago

Slay the Princess reminds me how glad I am that I’m not my father’s daughter

https://fed.brid.gy/r/https://www.mothership.blog/slay-the-princess-reminds-me-how-glad-i-am-that-im-not-my-fathers-daughter/

Slay the Princess reminds me how glad I am that I’m not my father’s daughter

On queer awakening, world-ending princesses, and becoming incomprehensible

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Brennan Kenneth Brown May 17

A Love Letter to Everything | 🔗 https://brennan.day/a-love-letter-to-everything/

#PersonalEssay #IndieWeb #Community #Writing #Blogging #Internet #OpenSource

A Love Letter to Everything

My first IndieWeb Carnival entry—the theme is love letters, and I couldn't pick just one thing. A letter to the infrastructure that holds my corner of the internet together, to the strangers who maintain the open-source tools I depend on every day, and to the IndieWeb friends I've met over the past few months. And finally, to curiosity: the embarrassing willingness to fall in love with a static-site generator or a transit system or a protocol nobody's heard of, which I've come to believe is what kept me alive.

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Brennan Kenneth Brown May 15

On Being a River | 🔗 https://brennan.day/on-being-a-river/

#PersonalEssay #Mythology #Philosophy #Biology #History #Identity

On Being a River

Sixty thousand miles of blood vessels run inside each of us, more than twice around the Earth. 330 billion cells are replaced every single day. Humanity has always built civilization beside rivers because we are rivers. Always in motion, never stepping into the same current twice, carrying cells that live only days alongside neurons that will last precisely as long as we do.

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Longreads May 14

"As often happens when you say I’ll worry about it later, later happened, and spring brought a bumper crop of dandelions absolutely thrilled to have found a yard owned by an anti-pesticide crusader with no affinity for lawn care." —Maggie Slepian on why you should kill your lawn (on purpose).

https://longreads.com/2026/05/14/kill-your-lawn-maggie-slepian/?utm_source=mastodon&utm_medium=social

#Lawn #Turfgrass #xeriscaping #Montana #PersonalEssay

Failure To Lawn

On what a dying patch of turfgrass can teach us about water scarcity, ecological repair, and the lies we tell ourselves about success.

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Nicole Myers May 13

The Journey of a Glass Child: Embracing Uniqueness

Growing up, I was always the "weird" kid who couldn't fit in, even with my own family, a round peg in a square, rigid hole. I preferred creative things like music, art, and writing, often spending time riding my bike or walking. This was quite different from my peers, who were into sports, the military, travel, boating, and horses—activities my family couldn't afford. So I stayed in my own world, where I was happy and content. My extracurriculars weren't the usual after-school sports. […]

https://dreamspacestudio.net/the-journey-of-a-glass-child-embracing-uniqueness/

Bharath Upendra May 13

THE HERETIC

A kind of loneliness comes from being misunderstood by your family. My mother wants me to do Sandhya Vandanam. Chant the Gayatri Mantra. Face east. Fold my hands the right way. She wants a performance she can witness and take credit for. I understand this. I refuse to comply. I am too tired and too old for rebellion. I call it self-preservation, a refusal to hollow out what little interior life I have managed to build by filling it with someone else's beliefs. They call me a heretic.. a […]

https://ridiculousbharath.wordpress.com/2026/05/13/the-heretic/

WPS News May 13

The First Quiet After

By Cliff Potts

May 13, 2026 – 2105

There is a moment after everything breaks when the noise finally stops.

It is not peace. It is not relief. It is not even rest.

It is just quiet.

The kind of quiet that feels wrong, like something important has gone missing and the world has not noticed yet. The kind of quiet that makes you sit there and wait, as if something is supposed to start again but never does.

I remember thinking, in those first days, that there should be something else. Some signal. Some acknowledgment that what just happened mattered enough to leave a mark beyond my own chest. But there was nothing. Just the same routines, the same sounds outside, the same light coming through the window like nothing had changed.

Except everything had.

The quiet after loss is not empty. It is full. Full of things that have nowhere to go. Conversations that stop in the middle. Plans that no longer have a future. Small habits that suddenly have no purpose. You reach for them without thinking, and then you remember.

That is the quiet.

It settles in slowly. Not all at once, but in layers. First the shock fades, then the movement slows, and then you begin to notice what is no longer there. Not in some dramatic way, but in the smallest, most ordinary gaps.

That is where it lives.

People talk about moving forward, about healing, about time doing its work. Maybe that is true. Maybe not. In that first quiet, none of that exists yet. There is no forward. There is only the moment you are in, and the understanding that the world you knew has already ended.

What comes next is not decided there.

But that quiet is where it begins.

If this work helps you understand what’s happening, help me keep it going: https://www.patreon.com/cw/WPSNews
For more, visit https://CliffPotts.org

#grief #loss #mourning #personalEssay #reflection #SeptemberFiles #widowhood

Brennan Kenneth Brown May 13

What We Lose with Cultural Extinction: The Red Thread Cut | 🔗 https://brennan.day/what-we-lose-with-cultural-extinction-the-red-thread-cut/

#PersonalEssay #History #Politics #Culture #Language #Indigenous #Colonialism #Identity

Bharath Upendra May 12

The Self

A bicycle isn't its wheels. It isn't the frame, the chain, the person pedaling, or the road. Take any one away and you don't have a broken bicycle but something that was never a bicycle to begin with. We point at things and say that's 'it'. That's the self. That's what's real. But every time you reach for the thing itself, you find it's made entirely of other things, which are made of other things and somewhere in that regression you either panic or you start to find it funny. The self […]

https://ridiculousbharath.wordpress.com/2026/05/12/the-self/