Between Romance and Blogging (🖐🏻Hand Holder)
I 3d-printed legible text for the narrative Between Romance and Blogging.
If you do not want to see bot writing, please go here, stare at the result, and nope back here for translation.
You can encounter other moments between romance and blogging by asking loved ones to write one word on a fresh sheet of paper; start by sending your own word in a group message to others - as your words gather, feel free to write a paragraph between the words (note where surfaces and implements elicit effects of the paragraphs - is this word heading or mere emphasis). 🗨️
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Would you tell me a story?
Reading Backwards: How Attention Finds Its Natural Rhythm
I've discovered something about how attention works. When I read blog posts from the last paragraph to the first, my mind settles differently. The urgency dissolves. Information becomes atmosphere rather than demand.
There's something tender about this reversal - like walking upstream, letting meaning accumulate naturally rather than rushing toward conclusions. What started as an accessibility practice has become a way of honoring how understanding actually moves through us: slowly, in layers, like sediment finding its place in a riverbed.
The Weight of Words We Carry
We speak roughly 16,000 words each day. Most of them to ourselves. In a lifetime, we compose about 2 billion words - a vast library carried in breath and gesture. But the words that change us? Those take decades to compost into wisdom.
I think about this sometimes - how a lifetime of words takes about 2,800 hours of steady attention to read back. That's roughly six months of eight-hour days. But digestion is slower than reading. Transformation slower still. Some words need to rest in us, to ferment in the quiet spaces between thoughts, before they bloom into understanding.
When we slow down enough to notice, words aren't just information - they're offerings. Like seeds dropped into known waters, each one carrying the potential for something new to grow.
The Romance of Making Meaning
There's something romantic about the way we reach for language when feeling overflows the banks of direct experience. Blogs, at their heart, are love letters - attempts to compress the vastness of inner life into something that can travel between minds.
Formulating words is an act of intimacy. We take the raw material of sensation and thought, the private landscape of our attention, and shape it into something another consciousness can inhabit. It's vulnerable work, this bridge-building between inner worlds.
I'm drawn to how meaning settles in the spaces between words, in the pauses where breath meets understanding. Like how you might scroll up through a conversation to see how much context you're capable of holding, how much connection you can digest at once.
Where Rivers Learn to Flow
The interesting thing about rivers is that they don't force their way through landscape - they find the natural pathways, following the logic of gravity and geology. Words, when we let them, move similarly. They flow toward the places where understanding can take root.
Sometimes the most direct path isn't the clearest one. Sometimes we need to meander, to let ideas pool in quiet eddies before they join the main current. This is especially true when we're working with concepts that don't fit neatly into conventional categories - when we're trying to speak about the unspeakable, to give form to experiences that exist at the edges of language.
The Invitation
What if we allowed our attention to move at its natural pace? What if we trusted that understanding has its own timeline, its own rhythm of arrival?
When I read backwards, I'm not trying to subvert the author's intention - I'm creating space for my attention to find its footing. The meaning is still there, but it arrives gently, without the pressure of sequential logic. It settles like morning light filtering through leaves, illuminating what was always present but needed the right conditions to be seen.
This isn't about rejecting linear thinking or structured communication. It's about recognizing that there are many ways to receive information, many paths toward understanding. Sometimes the most profound insights come not from accumulating facts but from allowing space for wisdom to emerge in its own time.
In that space between knowing and not-knowing, between the last paragraph and the first, something beautiful happens. Attention finds its natural rhythm. Words become atmosphere. And in that shared breathing space, new possibilities take root.