Sunday, August 2, 2026

My school doesn’t know shit about data archival

Hello everyone. I come to my blog this time to complain and vent my anger.

I am to, in a couple days, pick up my Bachelor’s diploma in media arts. In order to be able to do that, I am obligated to leave digital documentation of my thesis work (my film, “The Messenger”) on a physical medium.

The medium that I am required to use to do this is a flash drive.

If you know at least a little bit about data storage, you’ll know this is an exceptionally stupid choice for a student thesis archive. [Read more...]

Tag(s): technology

Tuesday, June 16, 2026

I live inside an animal

I live inside an animal

Despite being bound to it
I am the one in charge

I do not particularly like this animal
But I do pity it

Life has crudely carved scars upon its surface
A souvenir from the challenges it has faced

I have not always been kind to this animal
But I’m trying to be better

I’m doing my best to feed it well
I’m doing my best to keep up with its needs

To most people, I am not visible.
The animal is what they see.

But a curious few have looked into my eyes.
I let them have my animal.
They may appreciate it more than I do.

Almost all the time, I wish I could exist without it.
But just as all I have is it, all it has is me.

Tag(s): writing, poetry

Thursday, June 11, 2026

lyricsposting #6

Obezwładniaj mnie czułością
Paraliżuj uważnością
Proszę oswój mnie
Uznaj tylko to co jest
Chciej być blisko

~ Mela Koteluk, Nie Zasypiaj

translation (mine):

Incapacitate me with tenderness
Paralyze me with attentiveness
Please tame me
Acknowledge only what is
Long to be close

Wednesday, June 10, 2026

lyricsposting #5

I need a part of you
On ownerless ground
I need a point of support
In my torn state of mind
I need your hand
You can save me from what
I want to get back to all haunts
That have been hunting me

~ Mela Koteluk, In the Meantime

Thursday, June 4, 2026

lyricsposting #4

We’ll see creation come undone
These bones that bound us will be gone
We′ll stir our spirits till we’re one
Then soft as shadows we’ll become

Porter Robinson, Sea of Voices