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| designing and remembrance, 2018—2023 (mostly) gary e. davis |
November 2023 |
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| preface -|- November 2023 |
| What’s a good story of a “worthwhile” life? -|- January 2019 |
| way post up for words -|- March 2020 |
my informality |
| sorry to have intruded -|- July 2023 |
| a dusky note -|- April 2020 |
| halcyon days -|- April 2023 |
Thanks for your interest, yet…. |
| on not seeking followers -|- August 2022 |
| dear casual tourist -|- December 2018 |
| notes home from a wilderness singing -|- March 2023 |
| prefacing -|- March 2021 |
| interfacing -|- July 2023 |
being apt |
| an offroad moment of defense -|- March 2023 |
| as if being with “you”: a sense of address -|- December 2018 |
tropical life |
| alive, in good spirits -|- December 2018 |
| idealization -|- September 2020 |
| whom are you? -|- September 2022 |
| So Be It -|- July 2021 |
| a trace of spirited time -|- March 2015 |
| being mirrored in telic cohering of The Appeal -|- December 2020 |
life cyclicity of oneSelf once |
| expressions -|- May 2023 |
| Fall. Stand. Go on. -|- January 2023 |
| for reliable intuition and thankfulness -|- September 2020 |
| “I caused his death? Sorry, dude, my brain did it.” -|- August 2020 |
| active caring -|- September 2020 |
| growing up, achieving enough, paying forward, moving on -|- December 2018 |
| eternal return of days: moving on, in love of good times -|- December 2018 |
| Another writer wants realism about humanity now -|- February 2022 |
| extraterrestrial reply -|- May 2019 |
| traces of artistry gone poof! -|- December 2019 |
| still the poetry -|- March 2019 |
| existential moment in light of a pole star -|- June 2018 |
| for wholly flourishing -|- April 2020 |
| years go by -|- August 2020 |
| souls of Time -|- September 2020 |
| now here this -|- October 2019 |
| aspiring to hyperhumanity is integral for our nature -|- October 2007 |
| futuring -|- September 2020 |
proteany amused |
| for the better conception -|- September 2022 |
| a point of flexible perspectivity -|- June 2021 |
| tell us more -|- August 2021 |
| being creatively of creative being -|- January 2020 |
| looking well at “Never Look Away” -|- September 2023 |
| Adam of Eve’s immaculate self-conceiving -|- August 2021 |
| I know, Alice -|- December 2022 |
| Bloomsday as bouquet of selves -|- June 2023 |
| woods note -|- December 2019 |
| stranger in a strange land -|- August 2019 |
| café transcript on the identity of Art -|- January 2022 |
| whose mind am i reading? -|- August 2023 |
| being there -|- April 2018 |
| mirror of a musement -|- December 2022 |
| interview silences troped with some confession -|- June 2018 |
| to love you -|- October 2021 |
| strings of notes cohering trees -|- July 2022 |
| a story web for philological string theorists -|- July 2022 |
| being a life of artistry -|- March 2020 |
| a music note -|- February 2020 |
| Dear Siri -|- July 2021 |
| night note -|- April 2023 |
glyphical love |
| a muse -|- February 2019 |
| soliloquy to J. D. Salinger -|- December 2018 |
| earlier spring 2022 -|- May 2022 |
| a few of the loves gained and lost through the years -|- March 2020 |
| “It’s my fault: too much imagination.” -|- November 2021 |
| signing -|- February 2019 |
facing the black night |
| beach party and clam bake news -|- September 20007 |
| The Earthan Being evolves. -|- January 2019 |
| in light of a fossilized skull and a recent family photo -|- July 2019 |
| being in The Dark -|- July 2021 |
| prospecting gods -|- June 2023 |