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on Deathwork & Griefwork/on Decolonizing/on Generational Trauma/on Harm & Reciprocity/on Rage

the sound of angry people

Anger is exhausting. Rage burns in us and sometimes we burn too. Rest where you can.

in a crowd at a peaceful protest gathering, a person in a white face mask and dark hair with glasses holds a sign that reads 'GOD IS NON-BINARY'
on Deathwork & Griefwork/on Queerness

queer people deserve deathcare

We are always grieving someone else, angry at another loss, raging at the injustice that the most vulnerable of us are always facing.

a naked woman, Truth, emerging from a well. famous painting reproduced faithfully as a photorealistic image.
on Deathwork & Griefwork/on Harm & Reciprocity/on Rage

this is not an obituary

Time is not really a flat circle; it does turn back on itself in an endless loop, but perhaps if we are lucky the loop is a spiral and we are getting somewhere ...

a child looks through a small hole from within a cardboard box. light comes through the hole in the box.
on Deathwork & Griefwork/on Hope

death & hope

We cannot understand death without also holding the feeling of hope, even if it is buried so deeply that we cannot find it within ourselves.

a black and white photo of a street with people in robes and a car in front of a cluster of buildings. the focal point is a monk who is actively on fire. this is the famous photo of Quảng Đức during his self-immolation
on Deathwork & Griefwork/on Harm & Reciprocity/on Praxis/on Rage

my heart burned open wide

I think that when we look for as long as we can — and look away if we have the privilege to be able to look away — it helps remind us that while the world is bi...

a closeup of a mountain range, partially covered in fog. some trees can be seen on the ground below.
on Deathwork & Griefwork/on Happiness/on Mental Health

chasing joy

I’ve got a ways to go, but this seems like a good start.

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hi, I'm Nix

The sidebar got too big so I moved all my words about me to a page: who is Nix?

want to follow me around?

I have a secure group chat on Signal! I use it to send messages sometimes, a few photos, song links, audio recordings, short videos, links to essays or posts I write here, and other foolishness. You'll be able to emoji react to what I post (like an Instagram broadcast channel), and if you want to respond to something you can message me separately if we're following each other there.

Here's the link to the group chat so you can request to join: a Traveling Dragon group chat on Signal


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CURRENTLY READING:

I am on StoryGraph tracking my reading and the reading challenges I've joined. You can go to my StoryGraph profile if you want to see what kind of reading I'm doing right now.

CURRENTLY WATCHING:

I am using MyDramaList now! Here's my MDL profile and my MDL watchlists. I recommend looking at my 2025 watchlist to see what I've watched already and what's on my massive personal wishlist for the year.

... when Skywoman arrived here, she did not come alone. She was pregnant. Knowing her grandchildren would inherit the world she left behind, she did not work for flourishing in her time only. It was through her actions of reciprocity, the give and take with the land, that the original immigrant became indigenous. For all of us, becoming indigenous to a place means living as if your children's future mattered, to take care of the land as if our lives, both material and spiritual, depended on it.

-- excerpt from Braiding Sweetgrass by Robin Wall Kimmerer

remember who you are

It is our suffering that brings us together. It is not love. Love does not obey the mind, and turns to hate when forced. The bond that binds us is beyond choice. We are brothers. We are brothers in what we share. In pain, which each of us must suffer alone, in hunger, in poverty, in hope, we know our brotherhood. We know it, because we have had to learn it. We know that there is no help for us but from one another, that no hand will save us if we do not reach out our hand. And the hand that you reach out is empty, as mine is. You have nothing. You possess nothing. You own nothing. You are free. All you have is what you are, and what you give.

-- excerpt from The Dispossessed: an Ambiguous Utopia by Ursula K. LeGuin

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