A portfolio shared in search of resonance. More of an archive than necessarily "my best work".
Wednesday, August 5, 2026
voltaverse social orphan ani archy emo mz frizzle zora borealis LLG CIACAB universal human rights or everything is genocide
Saturday, July 18, 2026
7.18.26
There's a lot to say and I'm not trying to re-traumatize myself about it at the moment.
I deeply need battery life and I need it to last through the night.
Getting a power generator when I first got evicted would have changed everyone's life.
I could not afford one.
Everywhere I go I see people who only give me reason to believe whatever sub-section of the population this is - they're going to die. They're being exterminated. I am being exterminated. Slowly so it doesn't seem like it. Social murder bullshit.
Someone pissed on me. They pissed on my stuff.
I wonder if I am being fucked with by a group that hates the unhoused so they pretend to be unhoused and ruin shit for people.
Nightmare universe we are living in - nightmare universe so many people for a comfortable spot and considered themselves lucky and stopped caring. Nightmare universe where it's so clear to me 2020 was a genocide and everybody is just getting "owned".
Universal human rights or everything is bullshit.
Universal human rights or everything is cointelpro.
Universal human rights or everything is lying.
Universal human rights or everything is genocide.
Universal human rights or everything defeats the purpose of existence.
I'm so tired.
I want to listen to Hasan but my headphones are charging. I'll have to wait and listen later.
Might even have enough battery life tonight to actually enjoy myself.
I am out of food stamps.
The gym wants $70 for me signing up so I could take a shower and not be deliberately pushed into another community of people, some of which are harassing me - only to be screwed with a bit there too.
So many easy outs people have scripted in their minds to throw at these situations - just call someone mentally ill and not even have to take a second to know anything about them, or whether they're just fine and of their own mind, thank you.
A hundred thousand important thoughts.
I need my apartment back and I need time to just wring them all back out again.
Someone is using me, hurting me, and ripping me off. I don't know who the fuck they are.
But I get the picture that you should think twice about everyone and everything.
Who is getting used? Find the designers of this situation or they'll have to die in a fight against a pawn.
It's 5pm.
No, I am not having fun.
I am being forced into a stupid, painful, gross fucking position for someone's fucking amusement.
They make you feel like everyone around you every day watched you suffer in your room and won't help you - of course, that's what someone would want you to think - someone who hated everyone regardless of how much they deserved it.
I know how to write a powerful speech too and I mean it.
What is the joke?
The joke is they broke you down and made you question why you'd bother.
They're going to bother no matter how evil someone is - that's THEIR family.
I never thought I was going to be anything like that - I'm a sci fi poet - they gave people a false expectation and then I have to deal with their nonsensical and vicious disappointment. Sometimes like are alike - they have commonality and parallel - but there needs to be an understanding how things are ALSO very DIFFERENT no matter what you were trying to fucking explain by having ONE PERSON represent anything more or less than themselves.
We need a self-represented system.
I'm guessing it's only possible with internet and trust of the internet.
What's holding me up?
I finally have a place to sit and charge my devices and think and I'm winded sitting down.
Like I've been running - for days.
Hungry enough, tired enough, hot and sweaty enough, and you just go on auto pilot.
The image of someone handing me keys as a guardian when I'm like 60 but I will have missed out on a whole life and love and my own story...they kept you separate and learning all these awful things so they felt secure someone knew. Must be millions...
They have an old fashioned but electric pencil sharpener here. Haven't seen one in years.
I am so tired.
My brain keeps prompting - hey lets talk about this, lets talk about that and then it goes blank.
I'm just too tired.
until tomorrow
Saturday, June 27, 2026
4:14am Night Shelter 6.27.26
4:14am
Night Shelter
I am awake and outside.
I probably have ten minutes of battery life.
There is no where to plug in the laptop.
I was hoping to sit out here and think at least.
Make the most of it.
I am being harassed.
I am being "taught" to "defend myself" - or provoked and then studied to see my reaction....
In one timeline they think they're getting me to stand up for myself.
In another, that's the shitty excuse people use when they want to bully you.
Or trying to prove a point there is no way to defend yourself without somehow becoming an asshole?
It was so blatant, I don't know why I'm bothering to write about it.
There's some psychological effect to needing help, asking for help, still not getting help, and then somehow just sucking it up even when it's not something you should have to suck up.
I want to plug my laptop in - this is making me anxious.
I'm trying to write short little lines because the laptop is going to die on me - I don't want to get into big poetics. I have no time to think.
I have so much I want to say.
It's never this quiet. This alone. Like right now - at almost 4:20am.
All day long I have to sit somewhere in public, tired enough to fall asleep but there's only a couple places I found to take a nap.
How enormously socially pressured I feel to "be part" of something - to be somehow linked up to something or someone I didn't know before - something that feels designed - and I just keep seeing myself getting tortured in my apartment from 2020 until they wrongfully evicted me January 2026 - not knowing who anyone was - not knowing who anyone is now that I'm unhoused...
The feeling someone - lets say the news - wants me to just "MOVE ON" and whatever was done to me just gets forgotten - as if it was all just an information gathering fucking thing anyway and now they're like thanks for the info, and misinfo, we pulled out of your brain via torture tactics
Information gathering, doll making, "chicken spicing" bullshit.
They want to piss you off. They want to get you so mad you make a fool of yourself. They want to get you so mad you do something they wouldn't do themselves. Or they think you can do something they can't, even if you can't either.
You could measurably feel the sense of people's hopes and expectations - how did they have expectations? - rise and fall from February to now.
I feel like someone keeps trying to "buddy me up".
I feel like people have been bullying me just to have any interaction with me at all.
I feel like I have explained enough how much I think everything since 2020 was some kind of genocide tactic. Some respond they agree. I am not totally alone in that - but ....
fuck I forgot I was streaming.
I don't feel safe, but what is safe? Someone wanted me to be prepared for anything.
I wanted to feel prepared but not actually have to go through more hell.
If I could just sit out here and write and vape though - especially when they wake me up - and then find somewhere to crumple over for a couple hours during the day....
Not sleeping has fucked my mental health - and I worry they want it that way...
"they" - whoever they are.
Thursday, April 23, 2026
4:44am ✨️ night shelter
4:44am
More like 4:52am
Quiet chaos
Got woken up. It was dead silent. Peaceful.
People start making stupid noise.
Plays a song randomly at a distance.
I was worried staff had turned on the music again over this PA thing by the bathrooms.
Maybe I should have pushed more for binaural beats.
Anyway, might have been a cellphone.
I go pee. Someone has pissed on the floor and it made a river all along the edge of the wall.
Told staff. Got the vibe I could go fuck myself.
That's okay, they have to put up with a lot.
Then a lady starts watching something so fucking loud on her headphones I can hear it from my bed with earplugs in.
She didn't turn it down until a few moments later the bed of the girl next to me collapsed.
It looks like someone loosened a screw.
The timing was crazy.
That lady shut off her sound though.
Now it's 5am.
My body is nauseated.
Running through my brain: hey you gonna buy a pack of cigarettes today?! When? What about the talent show? Should I leave and come back? You don't lose your spot, you just have to wait in line again. .... oh, wait, but didn't they tell me .... when there was that god awful fire alarm, they said they were at capacity and I'd already gotten services for the day....but you know what, whatever.
* someone is just saying shut up to someone but there was no one louder than them to say shut up to .... *
Ahhh whatever
Maybe I was just more new before...
....there's a nasty taste in my mouth.
Feeling incredibly sad.
There's a lady I've mentioned before because all she seems to do is laugh and fart. Like she isn't all there. She was interacting with someone, just kinda laughing, and the other girl says something like "oh I just love you....there's someone in there right?" And giggle toots just drops their expression completely - looked a bit like my mother with that sad, long face - and clearly they can register more than it would appear. Their feelings were hurt.
It's hard when you don't say anything.
It's hard when no one expects you to, either.
They need to give that cat more fucking litter or something - it keeps cleaning off its paws...
I should really be asleep. Four more hours of sleep. But I get woken up almost every day. I just worry about not getting enough sleep and then having a bad day - pain, emotions, bad interactions - and something fucked happens. I worry this shelter will close and I will have no where better to go. I worry the Trump cult thing will end up with a third term. I worry I could never understand the level of narcissism, greed, and unchecked brat shit that runs through a bunch of people in power. And a bunch of so called "powerless" people. They're just committing their own mini-genocides. Totally underestimated.
I should go ahead and put the phone in the charging station I guess.
I talk about genocide and the responses are...well maybe that's the best they can do. I have people say they agree. They think so too. But that's it. Someone made a joke about McDonald's. It feels like having an older sibling who fell for some dumb jokes in the 80s that you'd never fall for in the 21st century - but they think you just don't "get it" or something. This was just hilarious to them or something. Nightmares about secret cults of Germans who were not Nazis but grew to resent being called Nazi so much they went and had another holocaust.
Like people were just sick of being told they were oppressors who hadn't been through anything so they stomped on all these actually oppressed people.
Some story that goes like ... here's this guy. Guy had a bad day. Guy wants someone to talk to. Otherwise Guy is fine. Has what he needs, can dream of a future, is allowed to complain and might even be heard.
Here's another guy. Another guy is being exploited and harassed at school, at work, even in his home. His whole life is being defined by some asshole with bigoted baseless notions about him who sees him as a tool of productivity, not a friend.
And another third guy is straight up being tortured in a work camp as a slave with no idea of any other future or escape.
But that first guy is sick of hearing about the third guy when nobody cares about the first guy's shit.
***
They've got a bunch of ladies, of a similar age, all awake and one said "get out". I really think some of these people know EXACTLY what the fuck people were doing to me the last five years and THEY ARE STILL FINDING WAYS TO FUCK WITH ME.
UGH THE WORLD FEELS SO DISTORTED.
***
What happened to the idea that no one is in charge?
They're not. They just act like they are.
***
Almost 6. Wonder how tired I will be today. Should I take a shower? It will be the third day in this dress if I don't. Not sure how the talent show will go. I had three cigarettes left. Kind of want a smoke and coffee first thing and then try to poop. I don't think I'm eating enough to really take a proper shit right now. Then over-smoking because I'm actually hungry. I could pop over to the gas station before the day shelter.
They said the cigarettes are going up in price again this summer. Something about permits and the cost reflecting back on customers. They can afford the permits, they just want an excuse to raise prices.
Stupid fucking cruel psychological warfare bullshit - maybe they should have a cut off but if you've been smoking...I mean, marlboro should practically sponsor me. Irony? Dunno. Not feeling my best right this second. Please excuse any time when I am not being much of a genius.
I think I'm running out of space. Running out of battery. Clunching my jaw in anticipation. Do I need to pee again? I hope there's not piss all over the floor.
Oh and to set the tone - I am pretty chill. Sleepy. Needed to use handwarmers to sleep last night. But I was warmer than other nights. I am greatful the shelter is here at all. You needed to let me be both greatful and critically record my genuine experience - how obvious no one wanted a younger person's input and expected you to just do what you're told from cradle to grave.
Not all the older people are in the same cult but clearly to be running things you must be someone older...
How seriously do I think there are people here "in on it"? Probably. Or they have a clue about something. There can be red herrings too.
I'll wait.
Gonna be colder today I guess...below 60 most of the day.
Gonna put the phone in the charger station - don't let me forget it before I leave.
6:07am
Wednesday, April 22, 2026
wednesday 4.22.26 12:21pm library
12:21pm
library
Soooo.....
You sit down to write and everything just hides under a neuron somewhere.
It smells really good in here right now. Like a berry muffin.
I can't relax.
Woman was in tears this morning. Honestly, I thought she was faking it at first.
But she would howl and it reminded me of when I was sick May 1, 2022.
I was totally alone.
The pain lasted for days.
I thought I was going to die.
Don't know if this lady had the same problem - I still don't even know what my problem was.
I keep showing people my music. I keep telling them I was isolated for five years and was tortured.
I guess nobody knows what to say - what to do - what would you do?
Maybe they think I'm an idiot and just won't say.
Maybe they know more than they will ever say.
Who the fuck knows.
I am hungry.
Maybe I should try to do walmart delivery today. I had $10 credit.
Actually, shit, I don't think I have enough to do a minimum order. Nevermind.
I can try it when I get food stamps again.
I have a bag of snacks.
Granola bar things, goldfish, an applesauce I think.
I bought apples for breakfast. I still have one. They're just loud to eat.
I want the rain to let up.
I need to count my cigarettes.
12.
22
23
24
25
26
27
28
29
30
Days left in April.
I got $10 yesterday from HeyCash. It took like two hours of surveys and cancelling free trials.
I doubt I'll be able to get much more out of the app, but it helped.
If I can find something every day I can get cigs for the rest of the month.
My code is: ZPOZZK
OH MY GOD I HAVE A MUFFIN
I have been trying to use the apps to get some more cash flow. There are like 5 different ones I just downloaded:
- five surveys
- justplay
- bestplay
- playwell
- cardscapes - supposed to pay $500 by the time you get to "chapter 400"...no idea how long that will take
I've used Mistplay and PlayTestCloud before.
3:16pm
Oh my god that took forever but I am one survey away from getting the $5.
what did I eat today? an apple. a muffin. coffee.
sad fucking feeling that I am 36 years old and should be making memories with my future husband-person and maybe kids or something and I'm... unhoused, eating snack packs of goldfish in the library and trying to get $5 for cigarettes.
My whole universal got strangled out by something that decided they would run everyone else's' lives
Phone is on 1% battery. Would be a good time to go smoke a cig. I think it's still raining.
The thing is live streaming so why not just step outside and come back?
Haven't said anything groundbreaking today yet either - just documenting my experience I guess.
It always has more power in context of the bigger picture though.
Could put on Hasan and just leave him talking while I go outside.
Maybe I should try to get a room? Or is that ... hmm
It's a long day today so the library is open until 8pm.
I would still need to leave early to get to the shelter by 8 - but still.
Hmm....
1: I'm cold
2: I need to pee for the fourth time today
3: I want a cigarette
4: I would need to leave my cart and laptop .... or get it all together, bring it out in the rain, come back and hope I still have my seat (blah) it's not so busy here that I would really be using up resources if I took a break
5: Just gonna end up sitting here stuck for 20 more minutes until I either have to pee so bad or I give up on worrying about it - pretty sure there is only one exit to this library so if they came out with my stuff I'd see them - the vibe has been fine - my favorite security guy is here now too
4:04pm
It was nice. It wasn't raining.
Back to Hasan.
5:15pm
Hasan spends so much time going over the bullshit people say about him and why it's bullshit.
Wish he was talking about shit instead - he doesn't have to convince me he's awesome.
I think believing the "country" will crumble is always wrong. People fold over like an omelet
THE LOUVRE - LOO-VE butts
5:38pm
Someone sent me $30! Yay!
I kinda want to smoke again but I am trying to wait until 6.
Leave around 7:30.
I fucking love this - I never feel more at home.
6:02pm
We logged off at the same time!
I'm gonna go.
Until tomorrow....
https://www.twitch.tv/hasanabi
twitch.tv/socialorphananiarchy/
Monday, April 20, 2026
mon 4.20.26 ✨️ night shelter ✨️ 5:05am
Sooooo.....it's 4.20! Whoo hoo.
I got woken up by someone - sounded like they were playing music off their phone - at like 4:30 in the morning. Then a minute ago someone left, I think by ambulance, but they just walked out (there were red flashing lights outside).
I remember having friends in Portland who woke up at 4am to celebrate - just passed around a joint and laughed for a bit. So wholesome.
There's no activity here. Funny how there is always SOMETHING waking me up - familiar pattern from back at the apartment. "They" - the cult that has nothing better to do - "they" have so many "super cool" ways to just fuck with a person.
I do not care that some dumb fuck out there doesn't like cannabis. I don't like you, asshole! Get the fuck out of my life.
Fuck you and your sad excuse for a life where you spent a huge chunk of your personal time being a wretched monster on purpose.
This happened constantly at my apartment. Like someone wants to make jokes about pot and then torture you with them. They're fucking brain dead. Here, you live in the 21st century and a state where pot was legal, we are gonna try and make you regret your educated and conscientious choice to use cannabis even though you would never want to live our lives!
That's why I am upset I guess. It wasn't celebratory, it wasn't people having fun and I just wasn't included - these psychos are trying to annoy you about weed. Wake you up at 4:20am because they fucking hate weed. That's what is fucking stupid.
This is usually my really "busy" day. The anxiety I am having over when to leave to wait in line at the day shelter is ridiculous. They had the entire line starting with the person behind me move ahead the other day saying everyone else was there too early. I must have shown up at 6:59am if I was there too early. I even had camera footage on accident because I was doing a stream earlier that shut off but the camera was still on. Wasn't even getting audio. Anyway, I just don't want that to happen again. It did completely feel like everyone else here has been connected for years and they just wanted to fuck with me - see what I'd do. Maybe hope I have a breakdown because everyone is bored or something. Maybe they get treats if they make me have a panic attack - that's what it felt like was happening at the apartment. Maybe just make you look like an idiot who would think anything is ever "about you".
We didn't learn science. We learned how to be assholes to each other instead.
And I say that as someone truly greatful! I like the places I'm staying. They're the best. Better than what could have been, for sure. The day and night shelter, the library, the grocery stores, the little places I can sit - the staff that help keep things nice - the staff who will leave you alone to do your own thing. I have started just fulling falling asleep in public. I am too fucking tired and I am so sick of everybody's bullshit.
So who am I mad at? Who are the fuckers deliberately harassing me vs. who are the people who seem to be so cool and so helpful? Can't pinpoint a single person and say they were fucking with you right? They might just be a victim too, they might not have a clue what they're doing, they might be used, they might be trying to help in a backwards way.... Besides my neighbor from the apartment building. That was the only for sure person. Banging on my walls. Lying about it. Following me out of my unit and blocking my path. Bullrushing my door. Potentially gassing my unit or knows who did it. Acting like terrorists. You couldn't even misinterpret what they were doing as nice in any universe.
But people outside of that situation have been nice and then not and then nice again - and frankly I need interactions to be decent or so help me...it's just some random unknown person playing music in a 70 person shelter at 4:30am. Are they staff? Friends with staff? New? A regular? One of these planted actors? Or it was a genuine accident? Everything becomes vague.
5:33am
Lay for 30 minutes.
6am they will turn on the lights.
I sneezed - some bored person threw tissues across the room or something - I am not your sibling or your kid lady, jesus christ, leave me alone.
I am also the last person someone should be taking their bullshit out on - if you're mad, it ain't at me, leave me alone.
I want coffee and breakfast.
Then a cigarette.
Then a poop.
But I only have one cigarette left.
And it never works out in that order.
You can get some coffee, but not food.
Smoke a cig but need to rush and then maybe the bathrooms are locked already so you go to the day shelter and wait in line for an hour ... then poop.
I end up constipated.
Cool now someone is running their mouth... they do this around the same goddamn time almost every morning...it makes it feel like some of the people see themselves as shepherds and the rest of the people here are just sheep for them to play with. Their idea of "waking people up". They said all sorts of horrendous shit at the other shelter - practically couldn't sleep at all. Then they used to have a lady here who would scream "whore" first thing in the morning. She did that for like a month and then evaporated. A few different "regulars" have already come and gone. Then there was a lady talking about burning people's houses down. A girl who would laugh without context, fart as loud as she could, and then masturbate openly with the lights on (was not asleep). Other people with the waking up yelling at no one calling people a bitch thing. Yesterday it was "you're lucky to have a bed to sleep in". This is obvious psychological manipulative warfare shit. Have you atart your day with a bad memo.
Are they seriously trying to eat tuna right now? They fucked with nail polish and popcorn yesterday. It is normally so ventilated you can't smell if someone farts. People think if they ruin something for other people it will make it more "theirs".
Oh and don't forget the "jobs" program where they just have people who don't know you at all or your job history sit around and talk about getting a job like it's going to change anything that just happened to you. They are put up to it - it's just to keep the vibes shitty. Act like somehow you're the one who needed to get off your ass. Fuck that.
I can and would just keep living regardless of what happens. Some things are just inconvenient. But what the fuck - everyone had better things to do than whatever the fuck this forced homelessness cult bullshit is.
How many people have nothing to do with any cult shit and why can't we be friends?
Can't even think - all I smell is fucking tuna. At least it's not cat piss I guess.
I am a little sad I will be alone for 4.20 even when "they" forced me outside. Someone needs to realize it's not just happenstance that I moved to Portland and eneded up with no secular or pothead or even activist/artivist friends. I should have my own cult of secular pothead universal human rights friends by now. I will get over it though. I always get over it - if getting over it means numbing out and remembering 100 years from now. Whatever. Would rather be alone than fucking around with anyone who might have fucked intentions about me anyway. Nicer to not even have to worry about it.
This feels like a shitty way to start my day today - hopefully the air will clear and everything will be a bit better in a couple hours.
6:10am
Someone has a phone alarm going off since 6am.
Let me make this super clear: I HAVE FUCKING EARPLUGS IN. LOOK AT MY FACE. YOU SEEY EXPRESSION? FUCKING. EARPLUGS. DUDE.
So if I hear your shit, you should quit.
This whole stupid blog post is going to sound like screaming when it's really sleepy grumpy rambling. I will try to add the video version too.
Yeah I can stretch.
Do I wish I had 4.20 friends? Yeah no shit. I am looking at what is right now an empty day alone. It might rain. I don't have money for more cigarettes. It was a giant fight just to get that last pack. No one is going to listen to my needs - they're too busy with their agendas. Their scams. Their duplicitous plans. Schemes. Bullshit. Forced political passion play legacy garbage.
They weren't "uncovering" truth, they were manufacturing it - which will always be fake, always be flawed, always be a version that does not tell the whole full story - so it can never be truth.
I need to charge my phone - this seems to have drained the battery too.
Too bad I think I have one more day left on my period. Not a fan of the smell.
Thursday, April 16, 2026
4.16.26 3:42pm HASAN INTERVIEWS AMY GOODMAN
https://www.twitch.tv/hasanabi
3:42pm
Market
Watching Hasan interview Amy Goodman. What a fucking treat.
I missed so much already - I was listening on my phone trying to set up my laptop.
Wednesday, April 15, 2026
4.15.26 3:07am night shelter ✨ 2:12pm library ✨
3:07am
night shelter
Seems like everyone is dead asleep now, but I had two people yaking next to me and they woke me up maybe an hour ago.
All I heard is "they're on hard drugs" like they were complaining about someone else. The one lady just had her purse stolen so I get why she's pissed but also - like - what the fuck I need to sleep. Let's see anyone else ever even care about what just happened to me for 5 years before I got wrongfully evicted. Isn't it funny what people do and don't care about?!
Makes me think of everyone who came and went from here just since February.
Wonder where they all went.
Wonder why they make moves the way they do.
Wonder if they're okay.
My arm and wrist is already sore and I have barely written anything.
3:33am
Deleted an old video. Made some space. Tired again. Just wanna feel protected. I deserve to feel protected. Not held hostage. Not stolen and utilized for another's flawed, stupid purpose. Not removed from everything I love and care about. Just, protected. Like everybody else with intelligence and some kind of family, lifelong friends, simultaneously organic and organized life.
I am rambling. Lemme try to sleep again.
I'd play binaural beats but my headphones are dead.
2:12pm
2:16pm
What a stupid fucking day.
Oh, are they getting some kind of routine?
Are they finding a groove?
Did they seem to be adapting?
Ruin it.
Is that the fucking thought process?
I am tired. Maybe I shouldn't even bother explaining shit today. I am annoyed and angry and justified.
Whole fucking world is - probably.
Not a soul said a single fucking thing today about legislators taking away the right to abortion in Oregon. I just realized that.
Where the fuck is Kate Brown? Where the fuck is Tina Kotek? What the fuck?
It's not even listed on the front page news.
... The KD issue : new article that came out pretty much makes it sound like he did nothing wrong, this was blown out of porportion, made to seem like he did evil shit with homelesss people's identity information (doesn't sound like it just based on the article) and now this is really just an ad for people who think it sounds bogus too: https://www.portlandmercury.com/news/ethics-commission-fines-homelessness-influencer-over-state-violations/
"While Dahlgren was once entrusted to do outreach work and provide services to unhoused people, he is best known to most as the man who films them for his own web content. Under his online moniker “Truth on the Streets,” Dahlgren positions himself as a “boots on the ground journalist sharing the reality of the streets.” He has nearly 400,000 followers on Instagram, and 100,000 on YouTube.
In his videos, Dahlgren can be seen interviewing homeless Portlanders, often multiple times a day, in various phases of life. Some of the interviews appear to happen with the consent of the interviewee, while he films others at a distance as people experience distress from mental health or substance use. Dahlgren interviewed gubernatorial candidate Chris Dudley in February, and published a five-minute interview with Mayor Keith Wilson in January, in collaboration with local influencer accounts PDX Real, John Collins, and Thomas Hatsis."
SO TIRED.
Tuesday, April 14, 2026
4.14.26 night shelter 3:15am & library 12:27pm & night shelter 8:46pm
3:15am
night shelter
phone has 13% battery left
Maybe an hour ago, I woke up and a few minutes later the phone died. People have been coughing and it hits the walls and triggers my sensory issues - whether it really is that bad or just sounds like it to me.
I want to keep track of how I ended up smoking again. I quit for five solid years. There was a lady who I spent a little time getting to know - somewhere in there I bought a pack of cigarettes. I don't think I have gotten a single pack so far that wasn't shared with someone else. So when I say I smoked a pack I mean it just got finished one way or another.
Not sure when exactly I started but I know it was a Friday. It must have been the 4th.
Then the lady disappeared - after a pretty awkward drive to the woods where they wanted to catch up on their bible study while we sat in the car and then to the supermarket where the staff made her show her recipet and accussed her of not paying and she said she would file a complaint. I haven't seen her around for a while now but she did have a car and other friends to crash with so I think she's probably okay.
Recently I started hanging out with a trio. Two are siblings from another state who ran into some bigots and one has been unhoused on and off in Portland pretty much her whole life. That girl has ended up smoking half of every pack I've bought. She offered to share, even offered to buy my brand, whenever she has some money. I think she's fun and looks exactly like she must be the cousin of a friend from high school. It's been trippy. It has been nice to feel like I am connecting with people more into videogames and alternative religions and pop culture that was made for our generation. But at the same time it feels a little like I need to supply the cigarettes for us to talk for so long - and I'm not sure anything I say really gets a point across or if they're just hanging out to be nice and have friends. I need to talk to - like - Obama - the way I have been talking to this new friend - I want to know what he genuinely thinks about all these dots I've connected. Only someone like him could ever really know enough to tell me even a partial truth anyway. To give a fully informed response.
We have almost no power over this world and we try to feel better with simple shit.
The other two in the trio don't smoke. All three don't drink which is awesome for me because I don't even want to have to worry about it. I still haven't drank at all since 2020 and I don't see that changing unless I get A) more depressed, B) more money, and C) end up feeling desperate to feel like a mature social regular person or something. I never think about drinking - I just miss having friends and the social atmosphere, alive with potential, that would surround me in Old Town. Minus the psych ops and torture techniques of course.
I'm gonna put this to the side for a minute. I feel sleepy and nauseous.
6:39am
Everyone's noises are making me sick.
Didn't want to wake up yet.
My hands are numb.
I need to pee.
I need coffee and a moment to try to poop.
Apparently there's a cat on the loose.
That's kind of sweet at least.
I should charge my phone in the station. It has been connected to a power bank the whole time and only has 20% battery.
Now a dog's losing its shit.
I think they do this on purpose in the mornings to "get people going" but whatever.
Maybe I just want to be alone today.
I need to bring the cigarettes down to like two a day. I am gonna feel out of sorts. I can't keep sharing so much. Every cig I smoked, someone else smoked one too. So I've really only had half a pack per pack - I guess that's good.
It's gonna be easier to taper off alone.
And how unserious is this? I don't do hard drugs - this is just about cigarettes and the energies you get from other people.
My leg is going numb and is sore from the hip bone. I haven't gotten my period yet this month. Last month I think it only lasted two days or something.
So glad I had headphones and a battery and internet and the phone.... the binaural beats really helped me. I need new ANC headphones though.
I need anyone out to fuck with me to hop off too .... if anyone needs to hear that.
*
I guess I have cycled now through a couple little friend groups. Maybe that's how it will always be? You meet new people, hang out a couple weeks, talk, then something gets dispersed for whatever reason and you're alone for a bit and then you do it again.
*
When I have my alone time, I feel more like myself. I feel more like an adult. I guess I feel stronger. But also more lonely, more devastated, and sometimes more "hopeless" in the sense that having anyone to talk to is a chance someone would understand everything even better than I do and maybe I can get real answers to what the fuck has been going on...
I told the new friend this has to be the last cig I give her until I can be more generous and I worry we will not talk as much or there won't be fuel to keep conversations and good feelings going .... how many times this has played out in my life when I think about it.
It's not like we have done something wrong or are bad friends- we just can't afford what it takes to keep our chemistry up.
I was also sick for about 10 days/2 weeks. I remember sitting outside letting the rain pour on me because I didn't want to be coughing and aching in the library - I was sick outside trying to find a way to sleep.
The compression on my body still happens and my limbs will go numb or burn, or both, with nerve damage. Everything is slowly adjusting and seems to be getting stronger. I just realized how much someone should have been in my life to get me connected to a good doctor and document every aspect of my situation. Sick of being told to do it myself like it's an experiment in making people be independent, then have it thrown in my face that I am isolated, alone, and have no one who would save me.
Also, on that note, as always - fuck cults.
My wrist is starting to go numb just from the position I'm writing this in.
I should try to go back to sleep. They will turn the lights on at 6am. You don't have to leave until 8.
The first place I stayed they had us wake up at 5 and be out by 6 - sometimes into the rain and nothing is open.
There is a day shelter nearby. Often people sleep here and go right there in the morning for food and showers and laundry and resources. Then the library opens. One of the grocery stores has a microwave and hot water. There are a few different spots with some kind of greenery and benches that are nice.
I am still in some kind of shock. I am still in a state of healing. I am still waiting for a chance to get disability assistance. I am angry when I get worried about people fucking me over. I just don't want that to happen.
I wouldn't have fucked them over.
I don't fuck around. I shouldn't have to find out.
✨️
You have no idea how much more important the shit I had to say was earlier. But I can't access that whole thought process - jump back into it - right now.
I am hungry but want to wait and eat the salad I bought for dinner for breakfast. I need a hot water maker so I can just have some fucking tea in the morning - slowly, with a cigarette - push everything through my system - so I can poop. I clearly have constipation problems.
They have coffee but it would be better if I could just make my own shit all day no matter where I went.
(wow, that sounded gross)
Well whatever, everybody poops. I have to do so much just to manage bathroom issues.
Again, frustrated I am talking at length about cigarettes and pooping and not about the movements of global politics that I thought I was puzzling together into some kind of truth.
It's all part of it. All interconnected. Highs and lows. Yeah, I know.
12:27pm
Library
We went to the grocery store. Bought breakfast. Went to a different grocery store. Bought blackberries and monster energy drinks so we could sit there for a while - they have a seating area with a microwave and hot water and ice. Can't tell you how big of a deal that was when first discovered.
I had been sitting outside for two weeks to hide from the rain when I found out about the seating area. Took another month before I found out you can use the to-go containers.
It's nice to have somewhere warm to sit, with wifi and power outlets and a bathroom.
Everything has been reduced to the most simple comforts. Warmth. Nice soap. Food. Hot food. Hot coffee. Cigarettes. A bathroom.
Right now I am full of salad, berries, a microwaved bun with cheese and hot sauce, coffee, and a sugar free monster.
I should be feeling pretty lively. I am still tired.
Time for Hasan!
5:49pm
Library closes at 8pm today. Might as well stay inside and warm as long as possible. I'm tired. What else could I accomplish now? I am hungry. I have $56.46 left in foodstamps. That's $3.50 a day. I feel fucked.
Why aren't I just going off writing essays of all the shit I have to say? I say part of it like every day.
My body needs fuel.
*
6:26pm
They took away Oregon's protections for Roe vs Wade that they said would protect the state even if the rest of the country went to shit.
fuck.
*
The others want to leave early. I could stay by myself until 8pm. I could do a live stream. But I would be stuck in the rain one way or another and would rather be with new friends than trudge through alone right now. I have also enjoyed a walk in the rain by myself but - - - - - - this timeline is so fucked up.
8:47pm
I sang today!
It kinda sucked!
I couldn't get the belt up for sink florida sink by against me! That's the song I measure my ability with. I used to be able to "match" the whole song.
Oh well and Paper Bag by Fiona Apple went all right.
Bright Eyes always sounds good because he was always so raw and the beauty comes through the lyrics - like an attractive friend who becomes supernatural when you find out they're smart too.
I am down to only two cigs.
I just need like $15.
Swear to go about to try and make a sign ans ask tomorrow.
A guy gave me a $20 out of nowhere - wasn't asking, was just sitting there hiding from the rain - last month.
I want to sing. I want to do art protests. I want to keep streaming. Keep up with Hasan.
Tomorrow is shower day. It's supposed to rain anyway.
My sister is being obnoxious, controlling, domineering, and mean - again.
I know all she wants is to twist this so she seems like a hero. That's all anybody wanted. They'd become even bigger monsters if they thought it meant maybe no one would realize they've ever been fucking monsters.
....
It looks like something spilled on somebody's bed. I don't know - not my business - but oh my god I can't complain about this place at all.
If I was deliberately made unhoused - that's fucked up.
But this place has been beyond generous. Sure, I could always add things that would make it more comfortable but remember it isn't your home - it's a clean, ventilated, warm place to sleep. Sometimes it's not so warm and it sucks we can't have personal blankets. Sometimes the toilets get clogged. Okay, every day the toilets get clogged. But there is almost always coffee and something (vegetarian) to eat. I like all the staff and see them as highly pressured in a situation where they are literally catering to the needs of up to 70 people a night, many who really needed personal nurses. I don't want to go somewhere else, especially when it looks like shit keeps getting closed down. Someone referred us to the delta park motel shelter in February. Their company is being sued and now they're closing. While we've been here another shelter nearby closed because of complaints. They just had us fill out another application to a different shelter service that give you your own - what I call as storage shed - to live in. But they're very far away from downtown and the part of the city I know and have called home for over a decade.
Things are getting quiet. I am gonna try to pass out. Usually end up awake again sometime after midnight or around 3/4am.
I really need to get some cigarette money and just sing. My body got stronger, though it still needs help and time. I want my voice back too.
Monday, April 13, 2026
4.13.26 Library 4:42pm
4:42pm
Library
We just watched a movie. Watched one a couple days ago.
I liked having friends.
I don't feel good at the moment.
Only really ate a banana and some fruit cups today - might be why. A couple granola bar things.
Snacks.
Yeah, what a hero.
I'm so tired. Drained.
I guess that's fine.
I said so much it's like the words were sucked out of my body.
I should just log off - I could listen to Hasan obviously but no one has been watching me and no one gives a fuck what I think about the topics Hasan analyzes.
....
Entire universes of shit
....
Staring at the rainbow keyboard of my laptop - it can feel like I'm still home.
.....
Sunday, April 12, 2026
4.12.2026 Library 12:34pm
12:34pm
Library
The mistake of being defined only by how your energy comes off to someone else
***
I have no money.
I had to give what was a $90 power bank to someone to cover the cost of cigarettes.
You know exactly how much so many people couldn't give a fuck about you JUST BECAUSE you are smoking cigarettes again - got to push those vibes away.
I have so much to say but I can't right now. My brain has stalled out and I'm feeling exhausted.
I haven't watched Hasan for a couple days. I have no idea what's been going on in the world at large.
Wednesday, April 8, 2026
4.8.26 2:10pm Library
2:10pm
Library
Am I have a good day? How weird is that?!
[watch this typed stream of consciousness live with visuals and context: ]
https://www.twitch.tv/socialorphananiarchy
So...woke up and had a panic attack memory about the heat dome a few years ago
and the girl who died after being left outside
Death of Alyssa Maddox: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iZamRUEfzls
Heat Dome : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KyiH6brfDcc
And I was starving and alone those days just trying to sleep through the heat
See, it doesn't really come through writing it - to understand you'd have to hear me explain it (but I'm at the library and can't do the stream out loud)
Well, after getting tearful all morning and freaking out about feeling like a capitalist government experiment, I got a shower and talked to someone at the day shelter. There is no way for them to process what I have to say or have a reaction that would be in proportion to the situation, but they're good at being encouraging.
It's strange to live in a time where everything will tell you we live under a fascist authoritarian monstrosity but on a day-to-day basis all you can do is "self-care"...
Tuesday, April 7, 2026
4.7.26 12:21pm library
12:21pm
Library
I was waiting outside since...9am? A little after 8? I thought the library opened at 10.
It's Tuesday - that means open at noon and close at 8pm.
I could potentially just be here the rest of the day without leaving unless I want food.
Oh good, it stopped. There was some undulating bass noise ... no idea where it was
coming from...outside? Inside the wall behind me?
Last night I woke up around 1am to a sound in the walls
that stopped when the shift changed around 2am.
Like someone beating a drum slow and steady or bouncing a basketball maybe.
It stopped and I went back to bed.
....I am really trying to write exactly what I mean to say, but consider everything a rough
draft unless I say "this is exactly what I want to say, how I want to say it"....
Should we go back to Hasan? I could say "important stuff happening" but ... oh my god ... when isn't it?
I am still thawing out a little bit. I was colder than usual this morning.
Don't you just love warmth?
Before we dive into our ever present doom - thoughts and feelings?
I still just deeply want to have already had a solid partner to share my life with
and I continue to feel pain I don't think I would have been feeling if:
a) I had been taken care of differently since childhood
b) I hadn't been under duress in my own home for five years
c) the social order had a better grasp on pain management and stigma and worked out all the details about people using cannabis as medicine
Suddenly disassociatingly tired.
Yeah, maybe I am just barely hanging on but I will remain intellectually dignified. Cool.
Let's turn on Hasan.
12:44pm having sound trouble
1pm
I look at Marche and I see someone I so easily could have been myself... I pretty much was a version of him in high school for Yearbook
These people are making so many moves and are part of such important shit and I ... am just alone.
No idea where I belong in the equation of human rights and I don't want to be a sacrifice or used for something I never realized or a long term plan that ends up in a nightmare I didn't realize or anything else I didn't want but didn't realize....
Why am I not someone's photographer oh my god what a waste.
They made you want to start all over, didn't they? Starting to make you fantasize about a time when this will be a nightmare I had and in my new life things are better.
See a scenario where you've been exiled to the woods and you start your own revolution and then Hasan shows up and the world actually changes ...
Girl, you are never going to acknowledge that you worried ... I WORRY ABOUT A LOT OF THINGS ... no I do not want to give up on the understanding that Hasan is a hero person.
As opposed to what?
I love him. I don't want to put it into writing.
But don't you think it's important to recognize the possibility of someone like him - who would sound like him or get the attention of his followers - who doesn't actually care? What if someone was just a rich, well spoken, joker who thought he was making fun of politics and ended up being the only leader anyone respects - what like Jon Stewart? I mean, Jon Stewart genuinely cares too doesn't he?
"You don't trust human do you?" - trust humans to do what?
"If COVID was a curriculum don't you think part of it wanted whoever was going to link up to link up and wanted whoever wasn't to become isolated?"
Am I trying too hard to figure things out and creating unknowable narratives isn't actually helping?
Watching him reminds me what I was doing anything for - what I was trying to do period...
"our downfall is imminent" he said
again, I love him, but what are the chances this pocket of the universe is meant to do something to people who cared and would watch him every day?
what am I supposed to do?
figure out if you think he's fucking with you or helping the world and then respond appropriately
I want "helping the world" to be the answer.
Why the fuck did I ever think people were watching me or paying attention - unethically or whatever - to anything I was doing?
Should I be trying to get more political at the shelter?
I am so tired when I get there I just want to sleep. It is a sleeping place.
Maybe at the day shelter. I could also create some kind of program and actually teach it at the library if I wanted to get real competent real quick and turn into my best emo. mz. frizzle.
I have had a soft spot for carhartt.
I have a soft spot for competence.
Doesn't have to be all the time or I wouldn't even like myself - but competence - that thing that makes me think you got this and I don't have to do anything but listen or wait or watch you work and you're right and shit will be fine - I could learn from you - that's a relief.
foooooood pizza
For sure, getting to see behind the scenes of these speaking events has been so cool of him to share with people. Who knows what younger person might go out for politics or even a play and be so much more ready because they've watched how these things go.
GENOCIDE IS NEVER IN MY NAME
YOU KILLED THE PEOPLE, YOU TAKE THE BLAME
Goddamnit all of this is to keep people busy while the ones who make the real money keep on with their businesses
...and some people would have loved he said 'fuck' on Easter... if he was someone else, even I would have thought that was rad - so who wrote this fucking passion play?
Do you care more that your kids don't say fuck or that they don't go off and commit genocide?!
Exactly - again - how many people are dead since COVID, since 2020, and now they need to have these "wars" to account for the population differences
... just a loop of "why is this happening" and the people who could have answered are gone
.... what do people want?
.... what do these specific people want?
.... why couldn't you find the people who would have wanted you?
.... you needed to be a teacher or something Laura. You're not really considered a professional adult.
my response: 🖕🖕
2:03pm
Oh man. I miss college.
He always wings it. Or says he is.
- fuck genocide booooo
come on, does this feel like we are on the brink of a war like nothing we have ever known or ....
some shit happened five years ago and this has been damage control....
2:09pm "I am no longer alone. Neither are you."
2:14pm "WHAT IS THE FUTURE OF THE WORLD"
Third time's the charm? Talking about impeaching t*ump again
HOUSING
HEALTHCARE
EDUCATION
FOOD
SLEEP
.... feeling again of "how bad do you wish you could go back to 2020 and just have a re-do"?
AND DO WHAT
WHAT DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND WAS GOING ON?
THE THREAT LEVEL WAS TOO HIGH AND HAD THREE PARTS:
- COVID
- Military takeover during the protests
- Neighbor harassment
Where are the protesters now?
How much was an excuse to control the population?
How much of this will always be about bringing people together so you can easily dispose of the people you don't like - never letting the truth win, only act as a magnet
The idea I shouldn't even mention it - just hope everyone is legit and nothing fucked is happening - but come the fuck on - how much do you need to be told to know for sure something fucked is ALWAYS going on - even with good intentions.
RIGHT?!
"doesn't matter who you are, where you come from, you deserve to live a long and healthy life ANYWHERE IN THE WORLD"
The image of candyland capitalism comes to mind again where they wanted the loop to go this way - wanted people kept in poverty and forced to fight for a chance to establish yourself into the system and turned against the dissidents that knew it was all bullshit
2:33pm
A guy was sitting in the chair next to me and lost his spot - left and came back - and I don't know him at all and this is so overblown but it's making me tearful
I am overwhelmed
It feels good to hear this rhetoric again, to feel like I am somehow still actively connected to this world because I paid attention ... but I don't know people, I am not like Summer Lee or even Hasan Piker ... I'm practically an oracle living in a cave - even unhoused - compared to being "actively connected" to a community this way
And wouldn't they love to get people to romanticize being some lonely figure when they isolate us and make us do shit
Yeah but hasn't there also been a fucked pressure to be social and in community and useful to others and all that?
How could it be both?
Good question: WHY ARE WE THERE 2:37pm
And Abdul's response is "Netanyahu has wanted to have a war for 40 years and he found a dumb ass horrible enough to do it"
Remembering The American Israel Public Affairs Committee (AIPAC) as an example of what a PAC even is
And then "WE LOVE OUR JEWISH NEIGHBORS"
Which weirdly still feels alienating because I'm an atheist religiously speaking.
I'm half jewish genetically speaking - and half a bunch of other stuff.
Two tests came back about me being jewish too, by the way, it's as official as I could be.
Wonder if the whole structure of categories would be different years from now.
Man what do the people do who we never talk about?
Actual morality:
"Righteous opposition to the destruction of people"
Believe in people
Stand up for the values of people
Not which people
People as a species
Basically, thou shall not kill, dumbass
Just as he was ending his speech a mom and her two kids come into the library and the kid goes "hey mommy" in a textbook little kid voice and I remember I never really had a mom and there is no memory of "hey mommy" or "explain this to me" or anything even close. Gram was my legal guardian. I suddenly feel a lot less like "people" - like a person who understands what anyone else wants besides to enjoy their own one life. I don't have the same memories, I didn't have the same situations, but here's what we have in common as human beings - anatomy, basic psychology, needs, wants, how we can be fucked with, what we could be doing with our time and energy - isn't that enough just to understand people on a regular day to day basis? And to want the best for everyone?
I don't hate anyone as an individual. I am wary. There are some people I hope I never cross paths with on earth again, unless they were there to say sorry. But I don't seek them out or look for revenge or want to do something to them - I just let everything go and try to navigate the memories. Some might think that means you don't really love anyone either because you'd hate anyone who hurts anyone you love, but that can be used to turn people into security dogs and that's not love either...
Imagine just being some girl person with cool hair who shows up and does photography of progressive political candidates...
What have you been working for? What have you been fighting for? What has everything been about?
You have your own sandcastle and you're trying to make it worth building.
Friends might have gone spinning off into the multiverse and I hope they're doing what they think is important too...
honest, direct, specific
....what do I think about, and who is talking about it?
Everyone hates everything and just wants to feel cool and better
A little kid voice over an image of the planet and every city and town: Hey guys, did you happen to kill everyone during COVID and now you're just trying to waste time until we get past this point in history or you're trying to make the numbers look right so the future won't figure it out?
Laura, how did you forget these people wanted to induce the second coming? Remember? That's why they were obsessed with the apocalypse... They wanted to be "The Last Generation".
Well now what? Are we all just waiting to die?
Are we the only people who are left?
Is there enough to continue the planet or is the horrible hollow feeling part of knowing so many more are gone than I could ever calculate? Are there some grandparents rubbing their hands together and saying "Oh good, they'll be more worried about each other forever now and we have given people the gift of giving a shit and having community"...
You could see where that might have been the point of COVID. One of the points. I don't travel. How or why would I? Am I kind of trapped now? I wanted to see the world, but I didn't want to spend my whole life in another world - I wanted to have friends and be cool which meant being a kind of hero I guess - our idea of cool got intersectional and way more kind than some bogus idea that the "cool" kid was a jerk. Instead of "popular" they should just be called "known" kids. The popular kids and the cool kids were not always the same kids - our school had some groups of friends that tended to hang out but we didn't really do the breakfast club thing - the idea was to be everything at the same time - "a brain, an athlete, a basket case, a princess, and a criminal".
I'm getting hungry. It looks like they have some kind of program scheduled in the big room.
It's 3pm and I am super cold. Oh my god and my phone has been charging since I got inside at noon and only has 16% battery right now....
3:14pm Heeeeey why didn't you tell me I looked .... strained
Whether I would ever know shit about DC brain or NYC brain or Michigan brain or even Portland brain .... when you put it that way sounds bonkers but what do I know? Hunter S. Thompson should have been president and he died instead. I'm kind of kidding, but you know the absurdists had a point.
....oh.
What did they say? RuPaul's what?
And they are leaving. It is over. They had an important day. I watched.
Yeah there's a massive disconnect between my notes and following along with Hasan's stream. Guess you're just gonna have to keep me around lol ....... long stare .......
ARE YOU SERIOUSLY LETTING SOME PEOPLE DIE
IS EVERYONE BEYOND AWARE
WHAT THE FUCK HAS BEEN GOING ON
Again, this is meaningless drivel if you weren't watching the stream, which won't be available to re-watch after like a week. He might post the day on YouTube: https://www.twitch.tv/hasanabi
